Folding Chair

The weekends are always the hardest
When I think of you
Everything's out of focus
Since I warped around you
I just want to grab a blanket
And crawl deep inside
And settle down beside you
And let the thoughts roll by

Here you come with your folding chair
Setting it up in my mind
Wading in my thoughts
And dreams and pieces of my life
Now you have to life with this
You lost the love of your life
No one's ever gonna fit
When there's something missing inside

Remember all the roses
And the cheap red wine
Then runnin' for the ferry
And missing every time
It's even a little bit painful
To write that down
Skippin upon the surface
For solid ground

Here you come with your folding chair
Setting it up in my mind
Wading in my thoughts
And dreams and pieces of my life
Now you have to life with this
You lost the love of your life
No one's ever gonna fit
When there is something missing inside

She may be there beside you
Lying in your bed
While I'm the one that's curled tightly up
Inside your head
By now you probably figured out that
Living in your folding chair
I still can reach you there

I know we never intended to hurt like this
But even without the paper a gift is still a gift
I chose to unwrap you one sleeve at a time
You'll never find another who can read your mind

Here you come with your folding chair
Setting it up in my mind
Wading in my thoughts
And dreams and pieces of my life
Now you have to life with this
You lost the love of your life
No one's ever gonna fit
When there is something missing inside