parking lots

Well I guess this is honesty
Or at least my attempt
I've got this grey space inside of me
And it's filled with contempt

For the phone calls in parking lots
I never wanted to make
And the weeknights alone in bars
With thoughts that I couldn't shake
Thoughts that I couldn't shake

Well I guess this is for the best
Or at least it's for now
I'm losing memories of sunrises
Wishing you'd shown me how

Not to fuck things up again
And stop making casualties out of friends

I'm begging strangers for lighters on the train
Bumming cigarettes off your ghost
Filling the asphalt with ashes
Explosions in the street
I want to watch it all burn down

Well I guess this is honesty
Or at least my attempt.