Living Room

And you went outside
To the neighbors' lawn
You thought you’d felt a buzzing in your pocket, but you
Must have been wrong
And you turned around
And your friends are gone
You wonder how you lost them when you’d held on to them
For so damn long
And your headphones break
Every month or so
So there’s not a song
For the long walk home
But you’ll be safe soon
With the Internet
Posting some shit on Facebook that you couldn’t know yet
You will soon regret
Like you’re not alone
In an empty bed
And your connection to the world around you isn’t
All in your head
And my heart still breaks
Every month or so
Over little things
So you would never know
And I spent my life in your living room
Hoping that maybe something would happen soon
I spent my life in your living room
Weaving myself into a bottle cap and filter cotton cocoon
And though the morning comes
You won’t see the sun
Some nights can last the weekend or a lifetime before
They are ever done
And though the morning comes
You won’t see the sun
Some nights can last the weekend or a lifetime before
They are ever done
And I spent my life in your living room
Hoping that maybe something would happen soon
I spent my life in your living room
Drawing myself to life in your old notebooks as a dumb, drunk cartoon
Weaving myself into a bottle cap and filter cotton cocoon
We may be laughing now, but I know it won’t seem so
Damn funny soon
You may be laughing now, but I know it won’t seem so
Damn funny soon