big house (feat. Mree & Henri Bardot)

Resting all the time
Big bed in the center
A living room designed to make dying feel better

Told me you would try to make it out this winter
The wolverines, the lions
The big house in November

Remember when you said
That if it got like this
You'd go below the freeway to score some heroin

Would it be tone deaf to cry
And make it all about me
When I can see you're hurting
You're saying words that don't make sense
I try to understand you by watching what your eyes do

Spacing out the lines
Folding up the letters
The check you left behind
Even though you never met her

Cheers at old Gillette
You called me on a landline
Stuck inside a tv on the heels of such a long fight

Would it be tone deaf to cry
And make it all about me
When I can see you're hurting
You're saying words that don't make sense
I try to understand you by watching what your eyes do

Said you could use a final trip
So she pushed you to the kitchen
And you stood up for a second