302

I sat collecting dollars in my open case
 Had lost all hope for love until I saw your face
 You and your friends were wasted, it was only six
 I gave you my number, you gave me a cigarette
 I was heartbroken, you were heartbroken
 Full of excuses, who need common sense?
 I think you're funny, I think you're cute
 I'd like to drink my brains, my brains out with you
 Say fuck the future, fuck the past too
 We'll make a date for 302
 We spent our nights on bong rips and 211
 Sneaking into for sale apartments next to your parents house
 Hiding in empty rooms until you came and found me
 I was delusional, you were delusional
 Instant gratification for lives lived so unfulfilled
 When the personal is political, you let go of friendships
 When the personal is political, you can't offer them clarity
 The personal is political when you learn that your friend is a rapist
 The personal is political when you realize that nothing is more important than solidarity
 It's not my place to tell you
 It's not my place to forgive
 With the pain you passed on I do not have to live
 So right your wrong
 Talk it out, talk it out or disappear
 But know that this place is ours
 And you are not welcome here