Go with the Flow

In a room, in a room
It didn’t look like this
It had much more lower ceilings
And it was delicately lit
I couldn’t shake an old girlfriend on my mind
Cause I was dancing to our old song with the new one
And there’s no room, no room
For her inside my head
We haven’t spoke for eight years
I still feel her fingerprints
Cause she, laid-back
And I, a little wound
She spout her little maxims
As she had to calm me down
She’d say
Go with the flow, with the flow
With the path
You hope for the best
You take what you have
And I have a paddle
And a bad idea of the wrong way
And I heard, I heard, I heard she’s married now
There’s no word for the emotion that I felt when I found out
It was fiery, but casual
Like words put in my mouth
An indifference to some news that would’ve killed my former self
But no, not now
And I hate how that makes me feel
It undercuts the present
Like my passions aren’t as real
Cause time will revise both the perfect and the broken
So I have to write a song to keep a snapshot of a moment
Go with the flow, with the flow
With the path
You hope for the best
You take what you have
And I have a paddle
And a bad idea of the wrong way
Go with the flow, with the flow
With the path
You hope for the best
You take what you have
And I have a paddle
And a bad idea of the wrong way
And I chose, I chose
Self medicating woes
Not separating causes
From the subsequent results
And I know, I know
There’s better anecdotes
Than choking on the fits and tantrums
I would always throw
And I hope, I hope
That I will always grow
But I’m a cut the tongue out of the next one
Who says
Go with the flow, with the flow
With the path
You hope for the best
You take what you have
And I have a paddle
And a bad idea of the wrong way
Go with the flow, with the flow
With the path
You hope for the best
You take what you have
And I have a paddle
And a bad idea of the wrong way
In a room, in a room
It looked a lot like this
I told a bunch of strangers stuff
I really shouldn’t admit