Papier-mâché flasks we’d never drink from
Hand-made opaque masks you’d never think of
An Adderall nightmare you couldn’t dream up
And when the morning breaks
You never wake up
Escape the winter winds within the theatre;
A poster pin-up girl, you’ll never meet her
You know you won’t get
Back your dad’s old sweater
You got to remember that things
They will get better

And I know that you don’t think
I’m coming home and
It’s been too many weeks over the phone
And I don’t know I long I can go with it alone because I’m still trying to learn your do’s and don’ts

Separate separate, medicate your fearful headache
What you make of your day keeps you awake but olympia won’t wait for the winter
Breathe into my glass and I fog over
That’s when the world get’s weird, in Red October
I hope you know I will say sorry when I am sober

And I know that you don’t think
I’m coming home and
It’s been too many weeks over the phone
And I don’t know I long I can go with it alone because I’m still trying to learn your do’s and don’ts