Hating - Misser

We keep our heads down just on separate streets

In different bedrooms under separate sheets

With different headphones, we nod our heads to same beats

Sink into different poets till the words give you the creeps

Because the truth is it’s all been getting to me

It’s just a little to uncanny for me to believe

So just keep writing the same songs, send them all to me

And I’ll keep walking around this town with my heart on my sleeve

Someday some way we’ll make this end

This is the fourth time that I have been here today

Head stuck in the clouds searching for something to say

We’re living parallel lives just under different names

You just pick up all the bad habits I have learned to evade

This is the one, two three, fourth time that I’ve been here today

Eyes glued to the ground searching for something to say

Just give him four more lines, yeah than he’ll be okay

Fucked and numb to the world, but yeah who isn’t today