The first time I made coffee for just myself, I made too much of it
But I drank it all just ‘cause you hate it when I let things go to waste.
And I wandered through the house like a little boy lost in the mall,
And an astronaut could’ve seen the hunger in my eyes from space.And I sang
Oh, What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
What do I do without you?
“But the whole thing about the morning when you wake up after a breakup that is like one of the rawest, greatest gifts that you’re ever going to receive…just a horrible feeling that’s so dark and awful. Lke it’s the one thing that everybody can go, ‘Well, no, I may not be a suicidal person but I now what it’s like to want to die.” Right? Because you wake up and you have that blissed out moment between waking up and remembering what went down yesterday. And it is the greatest most horrifying moment and may I never grow so old that I don’t remember that brief, drug-induced, “oh hey, it’s June in California, cool!…I’m alone…in the universe. and no one will ever understand my pain. and it’s just going to go on forever and ever and I will never recover and I will remember this day as the beginning of the endless end.”
Little Bristling Soul 