I used to hate how you'd only ask about the weather
Now I'll take any excuse for a conversation
I'm sick of talking to myself
Everything used to remind me of something
But I've spent so much time repressing memories
That I misplaced my own name with my sanity
My self doubt got the best of me
If the world's really ending I guess I should prepare
But you know I've never been that good at goodbyes
So I just want you to know that you're beautiful before we die