Let's sit in absolute silence in a hot car

everything is fine

i am, as normal, crying in the car

driving out of my way to hear the end

filled up with something to preoccupy me

i hate talking about myself 

unless it's about all the things i've fucked up

then we can laugh about it, i do

i am not very interesting. 

i do this, and that's it. 

and if this doesn't work out, 

i don't have a plan b

i prefer the not knowing.

well, happy new year

i know it's stupid

but now you know it, 

and we can forget it

i dreamt that strangers went and filled all your rooms

and i guess now they will