cut to the chase

Some dumb italian restaurant

He’s quoting lines of Descartes

I’m sitting there with my arms crossed

Guess he thought it made him look smart

Looking like I care is so hard

He’s making nice with the waiter

They’re bonding over the Bronx

Some 30 odd minutes later

Finally looks like my turn to talk

I haven’t spoken at all

and Feels like, feels like

It’s not even real life

Let’s cut to the chase

It’s over I know

Wouldn’t work out anyway

But that’s my type though

Let’s skip to the part where I don’t keep running away

Let’s cut to the chase

I’ve wasted half of my twenties

On planning every escape

I’ll spend some time and some money

If it’s got an expiration date

and lives at least 3 states away

I’m here as long as it

Feels like, feels like

It’s not even real life

Let’s cut to the chase

It’s over I know

Wouldn’t work out anyway

But that’s my type though

Let’s skip to the part where I don’t keep running away

Let’s cut to the chase

Let’s just cut off

and call It wrong

And turn the page

Once I make some space

Maybe then I won’t be missing

Everything good thing

Or Every could be

Everything good thing

Or Every could be

(let’s cut to the chase)

Some dumb italian restaurant

He’s quoting lines of Descartes

I’m sitting there with my arms crossed

Guess he thought it made him look smart

Looking like I care is so hard