We woke up on the floor
Soft hands, fragile minds
Let me get up
I fill this room with coffee steam
It's already afternoon
And you'll go soon
So what happened?
I'm not sure if I have grown
Replaying same scenes
Over and over
Call the congregation
We'll make this house a church
And we'll live here
I woke up older
Sore-boned with an easy mind
And I've never thought I'd find a home
To call my own
I should unpack
I should unpack
So I put up that bottle
That never glew again
While listening to your favorite record spin
Hang up polaroid pictures of us
Us on the floor
Back then when we wanted so much more
Or rather just you
You wanted so much more
Two jars
One filled with stardust
One with north coast sand
Hope you understand
I put up
Up on the windowsill to keep me sane
They kept me sane
