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