There's a bed and a sheet
Where a car seat should be
And nearly everything here
Is on loan
There's a coat for the cold
And a note book to hold
And a powered paperweight
For a phone
Take a photograph
Of the moonlight
Maybe it's a poor mans Kuta
Look at the wealth gap
I am leaving
In the morning
And I won't be back
Until I get my shit together
If you see me
Best believing
That I won't be back
Until I get my shit together
I'll be dancing alone
If the fire still goes
There'll be no music
Only wine in the bar
I'll lose more hours
If I look in the mirror
I'll totally
Look in the mirror
You can bet on it
Take a photograph
Of the daylight
Walk into an endless summer
Endless summer two
Love won't get
Your baby won't get it
When you're lost
Out there in a dream