Dump me out in the parking lot Walking back to an empty house Wearing holes at the bottom of my socks I'm impressed with your constant cold Since I got back into town Tell your mom to return your call Tasteful disinterest in all I've got left to say I can only see you upside down I see a f**ed opaque You see a clean escape I woke up blinded on the couch And I hardly know just who you are anymore I guess this is finally over No bright side sinking in No context in my head For living north of my parents' house You're the crease in a blank white sheet You're a drought in the summer heat You're a thread that's hanging from my sleeve And if it weren't for us, I'd be somewhere else With my hands on the floor Looking for myself