In C - Kanda

You and I are bound to go bad

Deny I am a fill-in for your dad

It seems so silly to cling to that

End up alone and feeling fat

You’re an ocean away and three decades behind

From where you want to be this time

Call me late at night with trivial things

I get real antsy whenever the phone rings

Don’t have to prove you’re independent

Just assume this thing has ended