Smoking in Seattle
2am just parked my car
On the side of Melrose Avenue
Taking in the skyline
Scene enhanced by drops of rain
Drops which came from clouds I drove us though
She was drunk in Kansas
FaceTimed me with all her friends
Fell asleep by midnight central time
Tired of being atlas
Still I navigate the bends
Lift my head to see which stars are mine
I'm so tired of this spare mattress
But I feel the same in mine
I have no eyes in the back of my head so
I think that must be by design
It's all expectation
Hope for more or pray for less
I think that's why life seeks new precedents
It's all expectation
How a life's results are dressed
So my nerves prepare for accidents
Smoking in Seattle
2am just parked my car
On the side of Melrose Avenue
I saw clouds in the mountains
I wish to only be above
Fake flowers on my bookshelf
Are so much easier to trust
I saw clouds in the mountains
I wish to only be above
Fake flowers on my bookshelf
Are so much easier to trust
I'm so tired of this spare mattress
But I feel the same in mine
I have no eyes in the back of my head so
I think that must be by design