big house (feat. Mree & Henri Bardot)

Resting all the time Big bed in the center A living room designed to make dying feel better Told me you would try to make it out this winter The wolverines, the lions The big house in November Remember when you said That if it got like this You'd go below the freeway to score some heroin Would it be tone deaf to cry And make it all about me When I can see you're hurting You're saying words that don't make sense I try to understand you by watching what your eyes do Spacing out the lines Folding up the letters The check you left behind Even though you never met her Cheers at old Gillette You called me on a landline Stuck inside a tv on the heels of such a long fight Would it be tone deaf to cry And make it all about me When I can see you're hurting You're saying words that don't make sense I try to understand you by watching what your eyes do Said you could use a final trip So she pushed you to the kitchen And you stood up for a second