The Comedown

There’s nothing cute nothing funny about it
Woke up at noon, it was sunny, I cried and I shouted

Please
Tell me I'm real
Blow off the ceiling now
Won’t cover my ears

Now here I am and here you aren’t and I’d forgotten
That I exist outside this car lonely and rotting
Talking to the road we have an arrangement
No it won’t tell a soul if I marry the pavement

Please
Say I'm not real
I’ll cut a deal with you
My blood as the seal

I feel the Sun come up
Feel it’s teeth and gums
I hear the birds lament
You should try repentance