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”