Moving into your apartment, with a clear view of the lake, late in the year
We'd take a walk to clear our heads and get something to eat. It didn't bother me
As the frost rolled in we held cups of coffee and stayed in bed all day
And as the trash piled up we said "this is perfect," and then we drifted away
The start of April woke us up, atrophied muscles flexing, cold starting the car
You'd drive me to work with the windows down, your hair blowing everywhere. A kiss at the curb
And evenings spent in growing gloom didn't seem so bad to me
We'd light a fire and lock the door and play records all night, and then we opened our eyes, and then we drifted away
And then the summer surprised us both - the heat rising off the street, the sun in our eyes
And then the sweat obscured the sight of every awful surprise
And the nighttime can't come fast enough for what you wanted to ask, what you said in the car
And as we pulled up to a stoplight I thought about how lucky we are
It's not my job to rea**ure you you're not wasting your time
You might be wasting your time
It's not my job to rea**ure you you're not wasting your time
You might be wasting your time
It's not my job to rea**ure you you're not wasting your time
You're probably wasting your time