in the scale and scheme of everything
i don’t know where our ends meet
and there’s still a lonely part of me
that never wants to let go
till your standing right in front of me
and you say “why don’t we go home?”
so we walk into the living room
but i’m stuck in my apartment
tryna sort through every memory
while i wonder where my heart went
there’s not much left to complain about
so i’m not afraid of nothing
i get that there’s no one else
but how could i blame myself