Well, I'm sitting on the floor where you left me for three days straight
And I'm feeling like I'm missing the old me has she come this way?
I'm sitting all alone with a bottle and a phone and the patchwork we made
And I'm caught up in the thought that I'll never have the guts to tell you
I'll tell you

So let me in or let me go, this city is shit and I'm only here for a year or so
So let me in or let me off, because I know this one and I'm tired of singing along
I'm singing along
I'm singing along

If you're calling on me just to check in I'll let it ring
Because we've worn out all the words that matter, it's the same damn thing
I'm feeling like the bad guy looking through tired eyes wondering if we've changed
And I'm swallowing the thought that I'll never have the guts to tell you

I'll tell you
So let me in or let me go, this city is shit and I'm only here for a year or so
So let me in or let me off, because I know this one and I'm tired of singing along
I'm singing along
I'm singing along

So let me in or let me go, this city is shit and I'm only here for a year or so
So let me in or let me off, because I know this one and I'm tired of singing along
I'm singing along
I'm singing along