The sun cracks through the heavy curtains now,
And I wake up weary-eyed in your arms,
And last night’s goon bag still sits on the floor,
And the last thing I remember is you walking out the door,
But you're home now, and that’s okay.
We can discuss last night at a later date.
I roll out of bed and I turn my laptop on,
And you wake up and light your first cigarette.
Every few hours we swap our positions,
And I'll fall asleep while you're cooking in the kitchen,
Then you’ll wake me up with some food to eat.
We found our patterns and it’s been like this for weeks.
The bottles of booze are lined up against the wall,
And the ashtrays are filling up.
We live in a sharehouse on the second floor,
And our clothes are on our mattress,
And our mattress is on the floor
And we can't make rent, or stay awake.
And we only ever talk about how we're getting outta here some day.
And on the last night that we were in this house
You asked me what we were all about.
I said “all I ever wanted you to be is a person in my bed so I could be less lonely, and you're still that, and nothing more”.
You got out of bed, grabbed your things, and walked out the door.
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I bought the physical copy of this demo, #2/50, the night before All Tomorrow's Shoeys. I bought it again almost two years later when Jen was in a bind. In between those purchases I bought it on vinyl from Craigos. What I'm trying to say is that I've bought this fucking thing three times now and I'd probably buy it again, so you know it's good, aye! Nick