Living Room

His couch a green velvet
Don't know how I missed it
Sat there in the silence
Watched the chamomile steep in
The glass that I bought him
He looked at me different
He blinked and I saw it
The smoke alarm fought it
His hair had been slept in
The glass had stopped steaming
And I wasn't finished
But he stood to start cleaning
I felt like a kid as the light inside dimmed
In his Turky Murphy's t-shirt
He stood there but I missed him
I missed him

Space that I needed
Light a match and you'll feel it
Why should I give a reason
Between my scheming and your leaving

So it's raining in August
He knew he was honest
Can't stand a performance
When it's you and me talking
Bruise my skin olive
It turns blue from this longing
I'm just full of excuses
Made for why he kept walking
The sidewalk turned dark gray
In the light I could see it
His fourth floor apartment
And the white of his ceiling
He turned the lights on
And played my favorite song
Through his Victrola speakers
As the world falls down
Leave her
Leave her

If it was water under the bridge
I would get to the other side
Without running low on oxygen
I'll hold my breath until the tide goes out
'Til you figure it out
Guess you got the best of this

It's not my lack of asking
Too soft to forget about it
Same mistakes called it a habit
Watchin' me relapsin'
Do you think about it
Do you think about it

If it was water under the bridge
I would get to the other side
Without running low on oxygen
I'll hold my breath until the tide goes out
'Til you figure it out
Guess you got the best of this

Walking home and it's too quiet
Lost my peace but I guess I'll find it
Check between living room velvet
The loose change I'll start collecting