I cut my hair on tuesday, I thought it would help you stay away
From the new york subway, world unraveling

We drove my car that weekend, 100 miles barely speaking
9Am heavy breathing, try to figure out the meaning

"I'm sorry for your loss"
You probably get that a lot
We didn't have to talk, you probably get that

And to think I felt fine, I'll take that as a sign
Today I'm a stranger
In a receiving line