Asleep outside
Back porch bottles broke and bone dry
Like your lazy eye
And the kitchen's trashed
My phone is dead, they're all piles of ash
So I guess I'll crash

Two months in the cold
My Yankee blood ain't enough to dull
So I down it whole
It's like getting high
In a decommissioned cop car that you buy
On your parents' dime

But how am I the one who's sober and so over it?
A shopworn shitshow
Think it's time I bow out with the curtain call
Cause I know it well you won't ever change
It's as comforting as it's strange now
So mourn me on the couch

Another decade gone
Like rug from under the same songs
That you'd dance till dawn
Now sometimes when I drive
Between routines on Friday night
Oh I miss the sight

But how am I the one who's older and so over it?
A maudlin mess
Maybe it's time I reach out with the colder call
But I know it good it wouldn't be the same
It's as sickening as it's strange now
So mourn me on the couch