Often enough I stare into space
And I get that crazed look on my face
Maybe too soon I don't know what to do
Maybe too often I'm thinking of you
You say I saved you a seat at the bar
Our old friends are asking where you are
Maybe too soon I fled that scene
To lie under ceilings of coke bottle green
And I won't see what I don't wanna see
And I've been bitter
And it's getting the better of me
Maybe too much I don't know if it's right
Baby it's keeping me up at night
It's not so often the reasons are (?)
Just thinking about the days we've had
I want windows I can fill
With any life I can't kill
I want them open without any screams
The slanted ceiling of coke bottle green
And I won't see what I don't wanna see
And I've been bitter
And it's getting the better of me
And I won't see what I don't wanna see
And I've been bitter
And it's getting the better of me
Often enough I stare into space
And I get that look on my face
Meet me there in the inbetween
Under a ceiling of coke bottle green
Under a ceiling of coke bottle green
