I'm an unfinished science project
alive well beyond my time
driving north past the ghosts of love
and the ones I've left behind
bottled up and tied to the system
the bed the bar the mobile floating home
don't breathe, don't hold your breath
you're only living, it's not the end
and I don't love anyone
more than I love not being alone

I was talking to my therapist
she asked me what I really missed
and your name as in my mouth
and I'm a coward and didn't let it out
this is temporary
we're all temporary
hanging on by threads we're unravelling ourselves
and the years count down to the last song that you ever felt
and you ever sing
and soon I'll forget how your skin felt
how your skin felt

and I don't love anyone
but I guess I still love you
but that ship has sailed and that thread's untied
and now it's only miserabilia
and telling you when I've cried
over songs I haven't written
and notes I never sang
you say you love me but it's not the same
you're sad like me
but at least you know my name

and I don't love anyone and that's just fine
I've got time, I've got time, I've got time
my thread is fine and fully twined
and this ghost of coffee is enough to define
the morning's optimism
from the afternoon's relapse
the morning's optimism
from the evening's collapse
and there's no coffee in the world that could keep me awake
today

and I don't love anyone
that's not true
I love everyone
even you
and probably you
but especially you
probably you
but especially you
probably you
but I don't love anyone but you