part 4: all of a sudden

All of a sudden

You’re speaking to her in italian

(maria knows italian?!)

My mind goes crazy

(I haven’t seem maria in a while)

 

Hello?

How’s it going?

How’ve you been?

 

I spit out questions like I’m going to throw up

(after OD’ing on OJ, I think I acutally might)

 

My mind wonders

I leave you with maria.

You start arguing with her,

and she walks out

and you walk in,

with coffee sprayed all over your face.

 

“God, this sucks,” you say,

And before you can open your mouth,

You cut me off: “don’t ask.”

 

But I don’t need to.

Because I already know.

I already know.