Counting our anniversaries
Like they're a record of worth
And not something to grieve about
Standing still in place.
I don't know how long I can go
Before I break and run away.
Remind me why we celebrate
Stillness each dying year?
Instead of freaking ourselves the fuck
Out of our boring mold?
I don't know how long I can go
Before I split, from holding this in.
I don't care how long has passed
I've got to get out of this mess.
Are you happy or settling?
Are you happy or acting?
I don't know how long I can go
Before I break and run away.
I don't care how long has passed
I've got to get out of this mess.