Worst Way Possible

Early morning, raise my head

Sunlight warms an empty bed and motions me

To clear the corners of my eyes

Move to the kitchen where we spent eternity

Pouring coffee into mason jars

Turnin' over records, slide in socks across the hardwood floor

The kettle whistle pulls me from the dream

So I close my eyes

And try to picture moving out again

Burn my day with play pretend situations

A west coast flat on the second floor

Plants in the window locking in my expectations

Of pouring coffee into mason jars

Turnin' over records, slide in socks across the hardwood floor

Your smile missing pulls me from the dream

So I close my eyes

You've got me wrapped around your finger

In the worst way possible