My friend sold out for a job at a desk on the 14th floor in the city I said I'm happy for you but if i'm being honest it sounds like hell to me I spent a week on the coast with a stranger who I overwrote like a movie Laying awake under bedsheets and biting my cheeks till the light of the morning Sweating it out Breathing it in Are you asleep? Couldn't have been Driving the length of the highway racing the train on its way to the station "Who would have thought you'd be here?", I would say after 45 minute of waiting Get in the front seat I'm taking you home You asked if I planned this Just to get you alone Just to kill time in the car Just to for a night in the living room Just to make out in a motel room for a while And why does it still feel strange That everything has to be linear That everything has a beginning And everything ends Everything ends Now I'm parked outside the church with nothing better to aspire to in sight And I went to drive you home but I had nothing else to say after goodnight And I have made a habit out of waiting for the world to wrap around me And I say it's how it should be But I could be wrong