I guess I kinda shoulda known,
That’s why I packed these denim jeans
Daylight was made for skirts that flow
From girls held up by boys like queens
But right bout now, it’s nearly night
And right bout now, you’re half-awake
Clear you won’t stay to see the light
And I’ll curl up and contemplate
If when your eyes are bloodshot red
Do they still count as gorgeous brown
And when you throw round idle threats
Are you the sweet boy still deep down?
Can we pretend you never fell?
Your eyes so brown, your words so true
No trace of venom to be found
You’re still awake, And I’m with you.