If Self-Loathing was a sport, 
then I’d finally be good at a sport 
If self-loathing was a sport, 
I’d be the goddamn MVP 
Someday I will learn to love myself 
as much as I love everybody else 
I drove you home 
in the California rain 
And I knew that I’d never 
drive you home again 
And as I drove myself home 
The rain began to slow 
Even when your seat is empty 
With my thoughts I’m never alone