Washed...

I've become a regular at a coffee shop At a bar when I'm off work And you always said I need more sleep And I promise you I know Well the long drives seem to bury me I'm nearly dead when I get home And Berendo is now desolate It's not the street I used to know It's not the street I used to know My rooftop feels so empty (I miss the bottles on the floor) I'm standing here alone (if you have time just let me know) Goddamn I miss my twenties (and I'm not even done with those) But I swear I miss you more I can relate to the building on Temple St Being torn from it's foundation how I'm collapsing on my feet I'm looking to put myself together But the truth The weight is not gunna let me carry through My rooftop feels so empty (I miss the bottles on the floor) I'm standing here alone (if you have time just let me know) Goddamn I miss my twenties (and I'm not even done with those) But I swear I miss you more I think it's sad to see how life washed everything away... Just know I miss everything