I bury all my bottles in the bottom of the closet You stand on the living room chair Saying “watch me jump from here to there” I bury all my feelings, stuff them into cracks in the ceiling Did you say my name or did I just imagine I hear it? I imagined I heard it But I shave my hair So I could hear you clear Coffee an awful lot lately I shake my legs, I can't sleep At 3:00 I'll switch to beer so I can be my most sincere When I talk to you I don't talk to you I just talk about you I don't talk to you I am stuck in traffic waiting for the light to change Crying at the dog park, like will I always feel this way? And you are getting older while I am stuck in quiet rage But I will keep your pictures so you will always look the same Crying at the dog park, like will I always feel this way?