My Life Is a Pizza Party

Helping you move, my car’s all full of your shit
For two weeks, I’ve been trying to cry to convince myself, we’re still worth it
But I can’t feel a thing now —
Beyond the tired pull of some hollow heat in my chest
Two-hour drive after working nine
Now I’m at your parents' house
They’re outside talking about how you were as a kid
Your mom won’t look at me (the bitch)
So I sit
So I sit
So I think I’m heading out
Cuz I’m tired now
And all I can think about is getting this over with