Make room for sorrow, it'll make room for you

Someone's saving you a barstool at the rightful diner too

Wedge in among the clientele, airtight like a tourniquet

Press your arms into the counter or the waitress might not serve you

Jukebox hums like a fridge, there's a song and I don't know which

And the rain maintains it's on and thrumming with that closeness

A slight man with a squeegee, no rim or ridge

The cleanest windows look like cameras in their flashness

That's a sure burn, we hit the store

Not to make a crisis of it

It's all forward when you're raided, right?

In conflagration mindset

Decent way to dress it up

Cold beer in a hotel cup

I'm alone but I'll gas the car

In conflagration mindset

Is there some way to save the records?

Your friend said they manage well

Too fitful for coffee, but I'll

Sit up one more watch

Have one on the afterlife

Got a minute and I need no light

We're the E on the exit sign

In conflagration mindset

Make room for sorrow, it will make room for you

Someone's saving me a bar stool, too