Disassemble Video (MV)

The truth is that truth is useless
It's not as tangible as fact
Not so simple and dramatic
So let's compare and contrast the truth with the facts
Until it's too hard to understand love or empathize with anybody because
It's all algebra to me
Compelled by a tendency to disassemble everything

And now that it's over
I can say that I called it
Predict that you'll f*ck up
You can claim you're a prophet
I feel like a dick now
For writing these words down
For having these feelings
Still f*cking the new girl

But I still think about you whenever I'm alone
Now this house feels haunted when nobody's home
And I suspect you know the feeling
Hardly ever sleeping
Staring at the ceiling in my room
I miss you when I drink but I miss you when I'm sober
Miss you in my sleep and I miss you hung over
And I miss you every day
I miss you every night
Yeah I miss you when I listen to Allison Weiss
I think about you all the f*cking time