Why do I go back to pictures of us when we were happy?
Why do I go back to those feelings you gave me drunk and passed out in the taxi?
I wasn't spinning and the world wasn't ending and we'd make it home
'Cause when I picture you, it's in my hotel room
All blacked out on our one year anniversary
And when I looked at the moon I [?] roof
Couldn't see us ending, but it turns out we we're just pretending

I hate every taxi
- - -
Fuck every - - - now I just ride along