I love when you call me on the phone, I hear it ring over the lawnmower, I love how you forget that I’m at work, I’m spacing out behind the back greenhouse. It’s overgrown, I often see a rat, The crows have had their babies, They dive-bomb the stray cat, That’s made it through the winter, Made it through the spring, Made a home where I talk to you when I know I should be working. Just as summer flowers start to fry, The foul stench of Bounce dryer sheets, In the lane behind the house, A box of every Harry Potter book. Have I been beat, and is this all to see, Past the old men playing bocce, the roses crispy, A thing I never thought would change changed, I sing Alicia Keys, Driving home on a dark highway, Second guess doing what I please. Who knows what to do? I don’t know what to do, So I’ll just rest here, zoobie-zoo, Who know what to? I don’t know what to do, So I’ll learn to rest here.

Who knows what to do? I don’t know what to do, So I’ll just rest here, zoobie-zoo, Who know what to? I don’t know what to do, But I’ll learn to rest here, zoobie-zoo.