Got to get out of this room
Got to get out of this mood
Got to get better at pretending I'm a little more into you
Got to think about the cats
Got to think about the kids
Got to think about the photographs I don't want shared on the internet
But you look so sweet
Blowing your smoke rings
On this dead end street
You and me
Suffering from sleep paralysis; migraines and bad breath
Caught somewhere between half dead and half asleep
Maybe it is just where we belong
Between Seven Setting Suns