You Can Have Alonetime When You’re Dead

Am I regressing or growing legs?
My pride on the floor like a broken egg
Brown paper floors in an empty room
You're crying now but I'll see you soon
And you say you're sorry
And I say it too
What else is there to do?

And I'll keep looking even if you don't
And I'll think about you on the bus ride home
And how I keep making the same mistakes
When I look back up you just crumble and break
And you look right through me
Do I look like no one to you?

And the days all blend together now
I'd say what's wrong but I don't know how
There's something crawling in the walls
Still I'll crawl in bed and forget you all
And I'm thinking about what you said
That you can have alonetime when you're dead

One day I'll be on the top floor of a building
Looking at you and our anxiety is crushing
We spent our whole lives wishing we were elsewhere and
Now that we're gone we're just trying to get back there