Dump me out in the parking lot

Walking back to an empty house

Wearing holes at the bottom of my socks

I'm impressed with your constant cold

Since I got back into town

Tell your mom to return your call

Tasteful disinterest in all I've got left to say

I can only see you upside down

I see a fucked opaque

You see a clean escape

I woke up blinded on the couch

And I hardly know just who you are anymore

I guess this is finally over

No bright side sinking in

No context in my head

For living north of my parents' house

You're the crease in a blank white sheet

You're a drought in the summer heat

You're a thread that's hanging from my sleeve

And if it weren't for us, I'd be somewhere else

With my hands on the floor

Looking for myself