Short Song, Pt. 2

Birdshit on my shoulder
Finding five leaf clovers
But lucky's the last adjective I'd use to describe myself right now
Gotta find me in my past life
Tell him to turn the hell around
Alex says I'm always playing chess with myself

But you keep poking at the roadkill you ran over
You put splints on arms you broke and claim to be a doctor
I know you only liked me for my dog
I know you probably think that I'm still singing these songs for you

But I've been talking to strangers
And they listen louder than you ever did
And I sing love songs to myself now
Because I like the way they sound

So I will file metaphorical charges for the emotional damages
And I will eat my vegetables every day
Stop living off of protein bars
Fill up before the light goes on
Sleep until all the bags are empty

Does she do your dishes?
Does she clean your room?
Stop checking my story if you want nothing to do with these emotions
'Cause I'm a fucking pisces
And I don't need any more existential crises

Sometimes I still feel like we could have moved mountains
I continue to climb them regardless
And I saw you there with them but I kept on walking
And I'm sleeping on your side of the bed