The glass got broken
But didn't really spill a sip
As I stumbled like a word on a cut lip
Yours weren't a problem
When you were worried about 'us'
'Why does the leaving mean you fucked it up?'
My vision echoed back at you
Everything in twos
You're gunna have to choose
Everything in twos
Stuck in that me and you
Everything is all a number sign
I can count the ways I don't feel fine

Scratch my name on your cast with a fountain pen
You're gunna need it when you break it in the fall
And what words would you choose to assign to us
Are you happy to be jealous and young?
My vision echoed back at you
My vision's just some teen dude
Everything in twos
You're gunna have to choose
Everything in twos
Stuck in that me and you
Everything is all a number sign
I can count the ways I don't feel fine