[Verse 1]

Static in the ears

Leftovers from lesser years

Sleepless in the vex

Bed's a mess from restless legs

Cut back to the scene

This, then that, but what between?

Minds eye, rolodex

Each passage lacking context

All those days behind, fragmented swept up blind

Some stored, some omitted

Misplaced calendar boxes

And who would read a tale so incomplete

Or who would care to ever sum its fractioning?

Could you be the one to lift the knee

The one to stretch the last corner and place the fitted sheet?

That’s not how it's done

That's not how it’s done

That's not how it's done

You need someone else there

[Verse 2]

Rolodex in my bed

I couldn't help myself

No, seriously I mean

I needed some help

Diggin' up bones from then

I found it ain't much help

I found the deepest holes

Are ones I dug myself

[Outro]

That's not how it's done

That’s not how it’s done

That's not how it’s done

You need someone else there