Seaport in the summer
The waiter pours me wine
You compliment my sweater
I think I got that shit online
You told me that you're sober
But get high with your friends
You said that you were younger, and substance pulled you under
I should have known how this would end
Well it's alright, if you lie to me
And I don't see through
Why would I assume?
That you're playing me, for a fucking fool
I'm not in the mood
Now I can't look at you
Somehow I can't remember
If you're even alive
Thank god we're not together
Nobody asks if you're alright
I let friends go, I made enemies
But never like this, now you're dead to me
I blocked your cellphone and your handle
I think it's over, I think it cancels
Your dad called me, when we last spoke
He asked about you, that's a bad joke
I should have left you, a little sooner
Now that's humour
When you say that it's alright, if you lie to me
And I don't see through
Why would I assume?
That you're playing me, for a fucking fool
I'm not in the mood
Now I can't look at you
