I'd say to play this game again
But every way just paves an end
If this could taste just like you'd said
Then bitter phrase would leave my head
But I can't help it
It's the truth
I'm happy we met, but it's fun being sad
I'm happy we met, and don't you forget
My burns return, assure it hurts
I'm sure you've heard it's near September
Well I'm leaving, please try seeing some of these feeling for once
Esoteric, all bullshit, it proves it from what's written
We sit on plastic, the past ruminated
This cigarette cycle sits sickly substantial
So show me you still care and shun all my camels
But I can't help it, it's the truth
I'm happy we met, but it's fun being sad
I'm happy we met, and don't you forget