i'll try and think about all i ever wanted in their backseat driving home from brooklyn
get caught up in dreading to return to a routine i didn't create try not to worry about my life's trajectory and just see your face
i recognize you at the show you're smiling slightly, i imagine you're somewhere soft within yourself and so i file the image away for my day-to-day day-to-day day-to-day
whoo! whoo!
i know that you've been down, too time slips away yet we still hold our hands in front of our face
we used to speak about joan didion and desire to be eminent i still want it all, but for now i'm just grasping for the wall
i stay away i wish you happiness but now you don't exist within my plane you're still my friend although, we lost each other in the day-to-day, day-to-day, day-to-day the day-to-day, day-to-day, day-to-day