Chaise Lounge

A ball of smoke rises, unfolds and fades
A gentle haze lays on the ceiling
I'm just trying to slow down time
I'm just trying to get the feeling

There's a chaise lounge sitting in my shed
Someone left among the rakes and grass shears
When they pick it up this weekend
They'll have no reason
They'll have no reason
They'll have no reason to come back here

I'm cleaning the house
I'm mowing the lawn
I'm buying new clothes
I'm getting a haircut
I'm asking the internet
How to keep from crying

And I will smile and laugh
And I'll clean off the spider webs
And I will help them load it
Into their father's truck

And I will say
"Maybe we could be friends"
And they will say
And they will say
And they will say
"That isn't a good idea"



Credits
Writer(s): Edward Nathaniel Lasher
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