I can’t even look at you Would you look at the space just next to your feet? The wood is warping The lines distorting This house is on fire (woo!) Burning the tears right off my face What the hell did we do? Tell me we’ll make it through
‘Cause he made it easy Easy Please don’t leave me (no) Don’t leave me
We can go out Need not even leave the house A TV set and a bottle of wine (Just fine) Making out on that old Foldout couch Watching ‘Saturday Night Live’ I guess that’s why I feel so funny Deep inside
You wore a hoodless sweatshirt on your bed that night With black leggings, I’ve never seen your face so white Your honesty was killing me The monsters in the room were all dancing to the music all around us
A door is always open if it isn’t closed And a plant is said to be dead if it doesn’t grow
I’ll grow I will grow
Youth Lagoon – Montana [from The Year of Hibernation]