So this is the new year and what if this doesn’t feel any better?

Every piece of advice that I never asked for I’ve still followed through to the

letter

But nothing’s improved

Does this mean I ought to move

Or at least figure out what you’re still doing here in the next room?

And you still call me up when it gets to you

I guess you haven’t shaken it yet

And I’m sure I could bring myself to accept your answers if only I could forget

The way that you smiled, and you rolled over in the mornings like maybe it was

worth your while

Like maybe something I could do could’ve saved you

Could save you

Could save you

Could save you from yourself

Could save you

Could save you

What else?

And there’s nothing lucky about your charm

When it comes off so effortlessly