week

I still say 'we'
like I belong to anything
This ink still bleeds
through the page

I still say 'you'
like you belong to anyone
And I don't know
when that's gonna change

So I'm here for the night
'cause I sure as hell can't drive

I'm still sitting here
in our place at the bar
Trying to pretend
this isn't fading

I'm still surprised
by the look in your eyes
When you find out
I'm drinking
again

I'm here for the week
if you want to see me
Just a cup of coffee
and I'm on my way