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Early afternoon at the souvenir shoppe, bought a funny ashtray for a couple bucks and we ate pizza under the moonlight (or we ate french fries? under the moonlight.) Why would any hotel have a bearskin rug? Why would they assume Im cool with where its from? I murmur to you soaking in the sky. Soon enough it cant get any darker, well toss and turn once it starts getting hotter.

You could give me an ultimatum with a loaded gun, I still cant tell you what day of the week were on. Some days I blink and suddenly its night and I broke my promise - didnt go outside. Dust collects the second that you wipe it off. Too late to vacuum but not too late to toss the roaches I discarded late at night that piled up in the ashtray over time.

It feels indicative of a disaster
A manifestation of ambitions shattered
And Ill lean into it, keep getting sadder,
It doesnt mean that it really matters.

It doesnt mean that it really matters.
Yeah honestly, it doesnt even matter.
Everythings not just a fucking omen.

Under the blanket in our messy home lets remind each other what were doing right cause seek for cracks and surely we will find. Yeah, seek for cracks and surely ye will find dont seek for cracks when everything is fine.