I remember daylight draining
Driving through the endless West Texas fading
In remote negotiations on my own evaporating world
Panic was a place I stayed in
I dug my nails into my face out of raw frustration
Too used to my own displacement
And the exhaustion in the way you said my name

And I watched the sun come up
Talking on the front porch in those hushed and toxic breaths
While inside the brand new lovers soft as strangers gently slept

Maybe when you’re finally famous
You can pay someone to do your communicating
And they can translate it
I couldn’t comprehend a word

No, nothing that you said made sense
But I didn’t actually mind
There’s something entertaining
When you’re dealing with reactionary types
In every picture you just looked so sad!
But I guess that was what you liked
I could never understand
Why you wanted that imaginary life