Just broke up, but we’re in the same city
All dressed up in inescapable pity
And I’m still stuck until my lease is up
But this town ain’t big enough for both of us
Don’t really go to shows, I feel you’ve marked your territory
No, I don’t have to, but I feel the urge to say I’m sorry
You’re still the centerpiece of your cooler and older posse
I’m still alone and awkward, one drink down and feeling nauseous
Do you talk about me at the indie get-togethers?
Sucking up to their face secretly, you think you’d better
And through the crowd, you’re looking just as beautiful as ever
You throw your head back, laughin’, two drinks down and now I’m crashin'
Out on the sidewalk, everything is my fault
Can’t go to Hot Shot, that used to be our spot
You’re everywhere and anywhere I go
Your ghost is already there
Just broke up, but we’re in the same city
All dressed up in inescapable pity
And I’m still stuck until my lease is up
But this town ain’t big enough for both of us
Lost the battle, lost the war, lost the girl while I was at it
Spent the summer chain smoking outside after yoga classes
Became the patron saint of my phone and being tragic
Got bored, got fake, got broken, got blasted
I heard you’re out there kissing babies, waving to the masses
Winning the I-don’t-give-a-fuck war on the dating apps and
I haven’t touched anyone but myself since that
I’m overcompensating, I would not recommend that
Out on the sidewalk, everything is my fault
Can’t go to Hot Shot, that used to be our spot
You’re everywhere and anywhere I go
Your ghost is already there
Just broke up, but we’re in the same city
All dressed up in inescapable pity
And I’m still stuck until my lease is up
But this town ain’t big enough
Two, three, four
Just broke up (Inescapable pity)
All dressed up (Inescapable pity)
And I’m still stuck (Inescapable pity)
‘Cause this town ain’t big enough
No, it ain’t big enough
It ain’t big enough
Ow!
Other lyrics by Leanna Firestone:
Best Friend's New Boyfriends Union
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Confirmation Bias
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Emergency Contact
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Get Help
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Judas (Martyr To My Misery)
Starting to watch my parents get old It’s one thing to worry, it’s another to know I’m bearing witness to what awaits Time’s lack of sympathy and …