I remember in San Francisco
When we stayed up and watched "The Twilight Zone"
And even at two in the morning,
Everyone outside seemed like they had so much to do.
To think I could have looked in her eyes
And felt her warmth by my side
And still felt the whole world was falling apart.
'Cause you never know if they'd really love you when
They find out you're not so put together after all,
And you never know if they really care at all
That you hate yourself so much it's so hard to breathe sometimes.
Yet to think I could have looked in her face
And looked at her smiling back at me
And still felt as if I was about to die.
Why can't I just get over myself?
I stared at the Seattle skyline
From the balcony of my AirBNB
Thinking about how dumb it was
To take a vacation alone,
But it's alright in the end.
But none of these shops on Pike St.
Or even Capitol Hill
Can make me feel the way I felt with her at 2 AM.