"Unfortunate Tourists" lyrics

I am the unfortunate tourist, stranded
At the edge of your bed, shipwrecked
Journeyed from the depths of our drinks
To the small curves of your legs
And yet, in your absence

I, I, I
Feel good now that you're gone

I am the constant exit, the constant ex
The next former friend to attend your revenge
And you said, "You're just like them
Born to love and then disappear"
And I said, "People like that are the only people here"