dragging a lump of tired body to the bedroom at 4
someone else is moving in, they're at the door
I'm not sure whether it's worth to hate any more
I can't reconnect with that immaturity I had before
Everything needs to be worked at here
we are a broken division
Careful to lock the bathroom in case of a collision
But why does it matter, home is in sight
The three years are over it's time to hold tight
For the real ride.
