she's half-dressed, drunk, still sweating
hopes he doesn't notice
standing outside the car still running
pulls it together, she's a mess but it's working
hand prints on her jeans. acts like she doesn't bother
stumbling down the stairwell, the meds they are kicking in
windows down, they city is screaming by
cell's dying causing radio silence
wont talk for years
water in the circuits, drying out so its worth it
signals growing weak
the room is dark but still spinning. plants a foot on the ground
is he here for the bedroom or the nervous conversation
doesn't think, she breathes out so that he knows it's working
she knows the party's over. watched the sun come up
still empty after the sex. guessed it wasn't enough
she holds her head on the sink. the mirror is split down the middle
credits
from Sundays,
released December 2, 2014
Leads - Ben Zimmerman
Rhythm - Dave Chekan
Lyrics - Ben Zimmerman
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