Dryjacket Wicker Couch
The drive home
I can do it with my eyes closed or a blindfold
That summer, you left me pacing the perimeter
'Til the morning after, when you're not here
We commemorate your absence with absinthe
You devastate just to get your way
Lying facedown on a wicker couch in the f..cking rain
You devastate just to get your way
