Sun Cut Flat Maybe Next Week
I'm sitting around
Don't know what is up and what's down
I don't care
Even though it's a game
You still try so I gotta maintain
Always there
So what if it's true
That I never have had a clue
How it works
By now you should know
The pebble that kicks from the undertow
Always hurts
Maybe next week
Maybe next fall
I don't know why it's taking so long
Stuck in reverse
Half of a half
The ending is first, the starting is last
Erasing the edge
Taking her time
Blurring the pictures out of her mind
Going so far
Staying the same
Throwing the sink out in the rain
She's getting bored
Looking for chords
Trying to get back
To what the point was
When I'm alone
When we are apart
Wings cannot grow
Spring cannot start
Breathe into my hand
As you disappear to nothing again
I'll never go back
Picking up the furniture by the train tracks
Sleep in late
Running all day
I've got some plans to hatch
Leave a tin can and I'll strike up the match
You never knew what to do
How to see blue
Now before it turns black
I pick up the smudges and put it into my sack
Maybe next week
Maybe next fall
I don't know why it's taking so long
Stuck in reverse
Half of a half
The ending is first, the starting is last
Erasing the edge
Taking her time
Blurring the pictures out of her mind
Going so far
Staying the same
Throwing the sink out in the rain
