Fine Dining and Breathing

I don't know what to say here Cause I can't tell If what we had or what what you were Is even real, cause there's this Nagging feeling that all you're after is the attention that you don't get When you realize I'm dime a dozen and you ain't worth the headache Now I'm face down on the floor and I can't sleep Too much of you would be a dream Sun's up in the back of my head I'm better off alone and you're better off dead But I'm not breaking down Forget all the things that I said You weren't enough for me or enough for this bed So I'm not breaking down So now I drag you down into my mess and I crack once again Seven months without a second thought ends with "just a friend" And "you can't tell me that this is worth it" when you're standing there in tears Twenty dollars and a tank of gas starts looking good again Now I'm face down on the floor and I can't sleep Too much of you would be a dream Sun's up in the back of my head I'm better off alone and you're better off dead But I'm not breaking down Forget all the things that I said You weren't enough for me or enough for this bed So I'm not breaking down