Downstairs, Halfway dead, Suckin down coffee from a black old fountain, Is a home where you lay your head? Or where your fake swordfish is mounted? Eyes-crossed, Habitually I would leave the room to read but surely A tiny little pile of dark roast grounds where I once stood just enough there to keep me safe ♪ Rained-out, wrapped right up in our metaphorical overpriced ponchos, Endless rides home, circling the block for the whisper of a word we didn't know how to use in a sentence. Saw you, went home, drank myself silly in the basement alone And the spiders were showing off a sense of humor on the ceiling Spinning letters together I read " we keep you safe." ♪ Lost art, Lost boy, Watching a grown man drink to 11 to 11 a.(m)pire, Old joy, but everything is changing even faster than it was back Then you hold me it feels like I am finally closing my eyes after a year and a half long day And I am tired as hell and so close to you, know that you keep me safe.