It seems like a new level of pretending
It seems I wake up and get a coffee
Like I’m lying, and I’m growing old
And it’s getting awful close to me not getting up at all

Then again I’m trailing off and my sentences start to sound bizarre
Once again I’m drunker than you are
I’m asking for you to come home, at once
And your shocked by how forward I am (how different I am)

Oh we’re all very shy,
Until our sadness meets with a drunken night.

And reservations never suited me
Walls and lips are balancing me
And it couldn’t be worse than if she leaves
And there is pleasure in our thoughts
I’ve got a blessing I’m owed from a younger life
Will this be it

And then it’s quiet and you’re gone.