Testo Kat's Song III

I fucking wish that Kat would come home
Like I do this time each year when I have trouble letting go
Letting go of everything
And I don't do heights, I can't fold in a straight line, I barely drive at night
I barely see you at all and my
Tram line passes by the parklands where you and I first dunk
And touched each other back in February sometime
And I really loved you lover but we got caught up and lost each other To someone else skies there's someone else in your bedroom and mine

But as if you can't tell
I'm getting worse as well
But I can't stop feeling like I can't stop
I feel like if I was to stop I'd lie dead in my mid 20's
And maybe I should quit and give up on everything
Just give up on everything that's ever meant anything