Lyrics:

Success is finding a seat on a crowded subway
And not getting lipstick on my apple when I take a bite, say
I shouldn't beat myself up over some added red pigment, say
I shouldn't miss everyone as much as I do, and hey

I've been seeing older versions of my friends in places today
But they're distant and further away
On crowded subways

My stomach feels sick when I think about the things I've messed up
It is exhausting to feel like you're bad at everything
What is success if you're just feeling like it all sucks?

I guess I'll try again
Try to find some meaning in this plan

I guess success is finding a seat on a crowded subway
So I'll wipe the lipstick off my apple and sit comfortably