pour myself a cup of coffee and feel the wind blow
ash right out the window
I think they like me here
but I don’t know if there's room to grow
breathe in twice, ash out the window
sometimes we sleep with knives
I put a shirt over my eyes to keep the light out
drink a bottle every night to keep the light out
keep the party going fine until it's lights out
on a tuesday in the rain unpacked my bags alone
on a tuesday watched the rain seep in across the crooked kitchen floor
but I think they like me here
so I wrote a simple song
cause I was learning how to use less words
though I found strength in numbers
I felt strength in the numbers
til I found strength in another
for every blacked out night
kept the curtains drawn tight til it was light out
could be better, but I'm doing fine for right now
though I'll be with you if you think the end's in sight now
there's an end in sight now