Spilt water on my car stereo
Drove home with no music on
But the isolation and silence doesn't compare to absence
It's the daily habit to think of you
Equally as hurtful as I strike a few
Cigarettes in a winco parking lot
Wishful thinking of past tense thoughts
Swapping sins in a parking lot
Don't know when where to stop
I don't know what I've become
I don't get what I have lost
Took a train to deep ellum
Caught a show at the last hour
Dripping in sweat knowing i have to get back home to my plants and pet
It's a schedule I've succumb to
A new life without you
I just hope you're doing your best