Staying at Mike's till the end of June

He went back home, so I'm in his room, It's cool

Lonely, too

I'd get up at 11:00 just to go outside

Don't have to leave the house, but I feel like trying

I'm sitting on a chair, tryna count the leaves

That fall onto the grass as the neighbours leave

And shut their doors enough to shake the ground

Oh, I

Keep singing thoughts as if that makes them leave my mind

Resort to watching other people live their lives

And give them mine like trading places

As if I could escape it

'Cause when everything stops but the ceiling fan in my room

The thought creeps in that the person I saw in the mirror can't fill my shoes

So I started drinking coffee at a place that I like

On Adelaide West, near the park that I'd lie awake in

With my friends after getting wasted

No, it doesn't even matter that I hate the taste

I just wanna hear the chatter from a different table

I let the noise replace what's in my mind

Instead of facing things I thought I left behind

I'd rather listen to a stranger live their life

And give them mine like trading places

As if I could escape it

'Cause when everything stops but the ceiling fan in my room

The thought creeps in that the person I saw in the mirror can't fill my shoes