You left a lot of lights,
I know I did too
We're falling out of sleep
And into our shoes
The carpet told me ugly things last night
I had a dream about Ana,
And she wasn't you

We don't wear each other's
Suits anymore
I follow you around and
Stand by the door
There's a circus in my head and girls in my wrists
You know I'll dream about you
And bore you to death

I don't mind
Ice cream trucks
They're just fine