Rotting on the Vine

Hey there Kait, don’t you think it’s time we move back to California
And paint a quiet life over everything that’s happened?
You get your dream job and I’ll get the peace
To finally work on myself, whatever that means
In a seedy neighborhood with a view of Anacapa
And everyone’s invited to visit whenever they’d like
Stay in the camper by the avocado tree
Witness our decadent paradise
Two peas madly in love or a psychosis I don’t mind
Rotting on the vine
Let’s get a kitten babe for you to cuddle with while I’m on speaker phone
Complaining how Ohio sucks and I’d rather be at home
I’m looking forward to it
I’ve got a plan that will bring the spark back
Sell off your grandma’s Nazi china and use the money to sign up for yoga
I wanna relearn how to get you laughing
Now don’t get so defensive
I love you but admit this is getting sad and stale with age
We’re happy for our friend’s success while secretly plotting against them
Now don’t get too excited
I’m sure we can survive this
I’m willing, whatever it takes
I mean it’s hard to miss the signs
Darling for the first time we did nothing for Valentines
I fear the dream has gone away
Failing by design
We’re plotting against ourselves
Insulting the divine
Rotting on the vine
Rotting on the vine
We’re plotting against ourselves
Insulting the divine