Lotus Eater

Well, I can never be like you

I don't ever talk like that

You smile with a sparkler drink

And stumble in your lipstick mess

Well, Hollywood philosophies

It's a tragedy

But you keep hangin' on with a vacant look

Just waiting around for someone to take you home

And I know you know I'm not the one

I'm sorry I was late

I didn't wanna come

Whoa no, that, it's just not that much fun

Well, my eyes are wandering

Can we just eat the news?

And dance around them room

In our scattered point of views

I take my hand and breathe

Let us count to three

I wish that I could blink

And turn all your words into ice cubes

So I could fill my drink

And I know you know I'm not the one

I'm sorry I was late

Next time, I just won't come

Oh, man, well, I think I gotta run

Oh, hey, what's that called

When you're sitting on your couch

And havin' fun just bein' by yourself

Wondering why we can't commit to love

The things that we've got, we always want more of

I know you'd rather have me fake it

But I'm not gonna make it

Yeah, yeah, I'm not gonna run