Everything is a lie and everyone is completely full of shit

Like I care if I can never own a home
What's the point if i have to live in it alone
Like I care about the mess I'd leave behind
I've been so fucking careful my whole life

Just this one time I will leave
And not spend most of the night worrying
About how I am going to get home
Just this one time I will be
Someone you want to take out to things
And not who you take everything out on

Like I care what other places I could go
I'm not even curious to know
Like I'm scared about the likelihood of pain
Pain has been like family to me

Just this one time I will leave
And not spend all day at work wondering
If you will still be there when i get home
So just this one time can you please
Act like you would run away with me
And not like I'm the thing you're running from?