I cut my hair on Tuesday
I thought it would help you stay away
From the New York subway
World unraveling
We drove my car that weekend
100 miles barely speaking
9 AM heavy breathing
Try to figure out the meaning
"I'm sorry for your loss"
You probably get that a lot
We didn't have to talk
You probably get that
And to think I felt fine
I'll take that as a sign
Today I'm a stranger
in a receiving line