I turned twenty-nine over the weekend You know you´re not blocked, you still can call Did you hear we played the Garden? And I got my own apartment Are you in touch with anyone at all?
I bet you never ever sit in silence You´ll try therapists ´till one tells you you´re great Or else it might get clear though That you´re not the fucking hero And if you called, I don´t know what I´d say
I´m sorry you went crazy I´m sorry that I´m saying it so blunt Everybody says that you look happy But to me, you just look like someone that I used to love