Rift

[Intro]

It's Quarters Of Change, bitch

[Verse 1]

I don't carry much inside my bag

Except my heart, except my eight-page midterm paper

That was due last week, now it's overdue

I don't think I'm better, better than this

I think I'm better, better at drinking

Know I said that I'm coming home

But you know I won't

[Bridge]

I know I'm better at putting you off

Than giving you all my, my love, yeah

Like what they do at a restaurant

I need someone to give me a check

I need someone to cut me a check and love me

Into the rift, yeah

[Verse 2]

And my ego is killing my feelings

Murder in the first degree

Judge and Jury are out on the prowl

I know they'll find me

Guilty on all charges except for lying

When I said, "I love you"

Oh, I love you