Seaport in the summer
The waiter pours me wine
You compliment my sweater
I think I got that shit online
You told me that you're sober
But get high with your friends
You said that you were younger, and substance pulled you under
I shoulda' known how this would end

Well it's alright if you lie to me
And I don't see through
Why would I assume
That you'd play me for a fucking fool?
I'm not in the mood
Now I can't look at you

Somehow I can't
If you're even alive
Thank God we're not together
And nobody asks if you're alright

I let friends go, I made enemies
But never like this, now you're dead to me
I blocked your cellphone and your handle
I think it's over, I think you're cancelled
Your dad called me when we last spoke
He asked about you, that's a bad joke
I should've left you a little sooner
Now that's humor

When you say that it's alright if you lie to me
And I don't see through
Why would I assume
That you'd play me for a fucking fool?
I'm not in the mood
Now I can't look at you