Argyle Socks

After the party ends and everybody's gone to bed And I'm left alone staring at the ceiling I'll take a vacay in this moment of suspension And think about tomorrow when and if it gets here Cuddled up to my phone in a trance Wondering how late it is again While the sound of rain clouds hits my eardrums It's closer to a whisper than a yell I'm trying not to dwell so here, atop Cam's couch Is where I want to be How am I supposed to get through this one? How am I supposed to get through? I was sure more often than not The effort to be opposite of lost cause meant I ought to give up everything I've got going for me But I spent some time correcting my mind Collecting wasted time Going for some drives at midnight with my brights on How am I supposed to get through this one? How am I supposed to get through this one? How am I supposed to get through this one? How am I supposed to get through? Propagate the flowers in my head Trim the stems of what I've thought and said I know I'm never as alone as I feel Propagate the flowers in my head Trim the stems of what I've thought and said I know I'm never as alone as I feel