We’re Nothing Without Our Hats!

He's cutting ties to get off
Who would have known optimism would be the end all?
She was too hopeful for secret relations
Might as well end it before it even begins
All these resolutions are shit
Let this letter be our last; words
I need something more
Winter and spring brought us deciet
Cries out for attention
Drink up fake smiles
Shes in the deep end and can't remember how to swim
Now that she's finally figured out how to paddle her way back to safety
She'll say I am regretful. and was it worth it to feel like shit
Honing the art of manipulation he's got it all wrong
I hope your new victim has got strong arms