Paper maché flasks we'd never drink from.
Hand made opaque masks you'd never think of.
An adderall nightmare you couldn't dream up and,
When the morning breaks, you never wake up.
Escape the winter winds within the theater;
A poster pin up girl, you've never met her.
You know you won't get back your dad's old sweater.
You got to remember that things, they will get better.
And I know that you don't think I'm coming home.
And it's been too many weeks over the phone.
And I don't know I long I can go with it alone,
Because I'm still trying to learn your do's and don'ts.
Separate, separate. Medicate your fearful headache.
What you make, what you make of your day keeps you awake.
But Olympia won't wait for the winter.
Breathe into my glass and I fog over.
That's when the world gets weird, in Red October.
I hope you know I'll say sorry when I'm sober.
And I know that you don't think I'm coming home.
And it's been too many weeks over the phone.
And I don't know I long I can go with it alone
Because I'm still trying to learn your do's and don'ts.
No, you won't.
