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The butterflies in my stomach have died
Now there's lowly caterpillars that are waiting for the night
To strike
And they've been dying to escape
The pit of my stomach's a real dark fucking place
My new friends are starting to know
Why my old ones don't talk to me anymore
My ex knows why my last one's my last one
Hey, guess why?
It's 'cause my fuckin' actions

I'm gonna be alone forever
I'm gonna be alone forever
But I'm getting used to the thought
Except late at night, so maybe I'm not
I'm gonna be alone forever
I'm gonna be alone forever
But I'm getting used to the thought
Except–

She went to Columbia and I went to jail
I just wanted another apple when she really wanted Yale
And that is the problem where all of this lies
I'm an emotionally unstable, crazy fucking guy
Who's...

Who's gonna be alone forever
I'm gonna be alone forever
But I'm getting used to the thought
And in a couple years I really hope that this stops
I'm gonna be alone forever
I'm gonna be alone forever
But I'm getting used to the thought
And in a couple years I fucking hope that this stops