The sunlight pours right through the shades of your living room
The sun-bleached memories of migraine afternoons
Dust specks dot the air like rain on the window panes
In between the backs of my eyes and my brain
Lock me inside the coffee table drawer and just forget
The blood orange sun on the other side of town is just about to set
Sometimes I wish we never met
Wish we never met

Your house is up for sale
Forget the past four years to no avail
Front porch lined with empty cans and junk mail
Eventually it all just blends
All the seamless days on end
Expired film collections of fair weather friends

The blood orange sun dips into the lake and leaves us behind
Cross me out 'cause I don't want to deal with this
When I've made up my mind
I'm sick of being bummed out all the time