In between my instincts, I'm correcting everything I should be
Left the burner on, caught the kitchen stove again
Funny how that something can wind up circling to a pile of nothing
Left it unlocked if I'm asleep when you pull in
And I'll keep holding everything in while you're
Gone for the weekend
I've been gone for a couple years, and
Feels so wrong to be standing here
Should I be moving now?
While you're gone for the weekend
I've been gone for a couple years, and
Feels so wrong to be standing here
Should I get moving out?
In between my memories, I'm losing grip of what I hold most dearly
Spoke before I thought, like I'd steeped my words in gin
Everything that should be is upside down and walking on the ceiling
And the fire's not out, but the smoke is billowing
And I keep holding everything in while you're
Gone for the weekend
I've been gone for a couple years, and
Feels so wrong to be standing here
Should I be moving now, while you're
Gone for the weekend?
I've been gone for a couple years, and
Feels so wrong to be standing here
Should I get moving out, out?
Gone for the weekend
I've been gone for a couple years, and
Feels so wrong to be standing here
Should I be moving now, while you're
Gone for the weekend?
I've been gone for a couple years, and
Feels so wrong to be standing here
Should I get moving out, out?
I'll be—
I'll be moving out
I'll get moving out
I'll be moving out
