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You said "how was the cubbyhole?"
I said it's no different
Next time you come to new york
I'll have to take you there again

"Maybe," you say

And now I'm feeling stupid
We both know you hate the city
If you were only there for me
Then why would you come here anymore?

Sometimes the work that I'm putting in feels meaningless
Without you
But someday it'll matter i'll see that it matters

The weeks have been going by in a haze
I'm not quite sure the day
The sun rises without me
I barely notice summer's over

A lot of energy is used
For not screaming your name
In the grocery store while buying peas
Or the living room with my family

Sometimes the work that im putting in feels meaningless
Without you
But someday it'll matter I'll see that it matters

I romanticized having a broken heart as a kid
Because pain would mean that I had loved and lost into a whole person

And I could cut my hair and write new songs and learn to walk alone
And buy flowers for myself and eat oranges from a bowl

And read novels before bed and watch what I want on TV
And lose weight like it's my job and get my harvard law degree

Its nothing like the movies, but i think I'm doing well
I'm getting better at sleeping alone and being nicer to myself

Sometimes the work that I'm putting in feels meaningless
Without you
But someday it'll matter i'll see that it matters