If We're Being Honest

You called me up in August,
said “meet me at the chapel pines”,
just to feel American.

“Bury me in orbit,
marry me on 565” - yeah, that was just adrenaline.

You’re probably right, if we’re being honest.

Isn’t it ironic,
how I’m kind of falling out of time?
It’s messing with my serotonin.

So call me back in August,
on the 11th I’ll be 29.
I appreciate the sentiment,

but honestly I,
if we’re being honest,
should’ve said my own goodbye,
and honestly I,
if we’re being modest,
could’ve let my feelings slide.
Yeah, you’re probably right, if we’re being honest.

I feel shallow.
If I could, I’d make it all come back and I would stay a while longer,
if I could, someday I’d like to say “I’m letting go”.