12pm on a Sunday We wake up in bed Wearing nothing but skin Roll over gently and squinting at light we let in We let in We let in We let through the 7 foot windows we never bought shades for For what else do we not need This is the life that we chose Subsequent from our infatuations and wondering Do we Have to Tell me we Don't need to Wondering does she Love me or love me not It's like the weekends are never enough It's like the weekends are never enough It's been too long Since Diablo at home Take out and face masks I'm back to Grand Theft Auto alone Why do we have all these photos in boxes And not in frames Still the situation remains the same Still no shades Do you think we'll ever beat that game Do you think we'll ever block the light from getting in I hope so...