Birthday Party
Suddenly I'm at your birthday party again
And I'm standing in your driveway
You ask me how the moon makes me feel
Melancholy, I want to but don't say
I think I miss you even though you're getting married
I think I miss you even though you believe in God
I think I might just miss myself
Can you ask him if I'm going to heaven or hell
I think I might skip my own birthday party
Convince myself that I'm not gonna die
Cool arms against the warmth of my body
Drink the lake 1 liter at a time
I think I'll miss you when you're off getting married
I think I'll miss you even though the difference wasn't time
Someone tell him to take care of his body
Lord knows that I can't take care of mine
The drive home won't get any less ugly
Unless I suddenly stop feeling like an outcast
Did you know I still hold my breath in graveyards?
Every month I ache for months past
I think you know that I don't need your money
I think you know that I know you never cared
Someone tell me what to do with myself
Can you ask him where he's going?
I think you know that I'm not made of money
I think I miss you even though you never cared
Can someone tell me what to do with myself?
Can you ask him where he's going?
And I'm standing in your driveway
You ask me how the moon makes me feel
Melancholy, I want to but don't say
I think I miss you even though you're getting married
I think I miss you even though you believe in God
I think I might just miss myself
Can you ask him if I'm going to heaven or hell
I think I might skip my own birthday party
Convince myself that I'm not gonna die
Cool arms against the warmth of my body
Drink the lake 1 liter at a time
I think I'll miss you when you're off getting married
I think I'll miss you even though the difference wasn't time
Someone tell him to take care of his body
Lord knows that I can't take care of mine
The drive home won't get any less ugly
Unless I suddenly stop feeling like an outcast
Did you know I still hold my breath in graveyards?
Every month I ache for months past
I think you know that I don't need your money
I think you know that I know you never cared
Someone tell me what to do with myself
Can you ask him where he's going?
I think you know that I'm not made of money
I think I miss you even though you never cared
Can someone tell me what to do with myself?
Can you ask him where he's going?
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Writer(s): Ian Lockwood
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