Soft Serve

Staring at my TV wishing you were here with me
Pondering aspirations results in defeated misery
Life gets rough and everyone eventually leaves
Or so it seems, this fire is my only desire

Why do I feel this way?
And what am I supposed to say
How am I supposed to feel
Better about myself

Waving you off at the sunrise
Pretending that I'm okay and everything is going alright
It’s kinda funny how I think everything's so shitty
Like that new blink 182
Hastily written and poorly glued

I'm running away
From everything you say