[Verse 1]
I think it's coming from the trash can
But the flies are all on me so I must be the trash can
Yeah!
He's a family man
But still could be a suspect like the 45th President
I think a lot about what I can
I think a lot what the fuck you're doing, where your heart stands
But it's not my business
Got a new job
Wishin' I was workin' for your business

[Verse 2]
Every person says it’s standard
You take a three year swing
You’re on base or next batter
I have to show her I can, wow her
But the lights are turning off
Everybody hit the showers
Motherfuckin' suck it up, kid!
Stumbling around in the night and the whole city’s closin'
I guess it wasn’t meant to be
A couple clever thoughts
And not enough safety, for me

[Chorus]
I know I'm being weak
And I'm still out counting weeks
Yeah
I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss ya
And I'd be lying if I said I didn't love ya
And I'd be lying if I said anything else
Yuh