While you were asleep
I danced with your demons
Taught em to sing to keep em off the phone
Your heart is up on blocks up on the front lawn
Uselessly numb you sing that pop song
And the pain that you feel you know like old love letters
Dreaming of escape, things will get much better
Sometimes, the worst news takes years to come home
Your ruin is greater than a tax check of cheap electronics that won't last a season in this salted air
And a childhood ago they came cut through the architecture sent you looking for somewhere to disappear
You sit on the sea this magnetic theatre
Licking at sobriety like a war wound
Rearranging the furniture of memory looking for somewhere to disappear
You’re my party of one in all forms of weather
Singing to yourself, you got get it together
And the pain that you feel you know like old love letters
Dreaming of escape, things will get much better
Sometimes, the worst news takes years to come home
