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It gets to that point in the season
We walk downtown with open eyes
I fight the urge to run through revolving doors

Of every hotel we pass by
Cuz I want someone to fold my sheets
A robe that isn't stained with streaks
Of mascara cries and cheap red wine
Of past lives

It gets to that point in year
We sleep thinking we're still eighteen
I spend hours in my car in the parking lot
Hoping I'll understand where I'm supposed to be
We say we'll watch the meteors
And take the train to Kinnear
We end up watching trailers
Of our old favorite movies

And December's only halfway done

You can't plan for what you can't see
Hell, you can't even remember to turn off the stove when you leave
Is everyone sound another voice from the universe
Or just the neighbor yelling at the tv,
It's just the neighbor yelling at the tv

So I'll go find a shiny pretty party dress
Because it feels good to have something new
I'll say it's just this week, I haven't gotten enough sleep
I'll tell you I'll be fine in just a day or two
I'll forget I hate to go to things
With people with engagement rings
You'll say you understand, that one day I'll have a plan
You say have a drink and please baby just breathe

Promise my mother that I'll find the nearby church

You can't plan for what you can't see
Hell, you can't even remember to lock the door when you leave
Is everyone sound another voice from the universe
Or just the neighbor yelling at the tv,
It's just the neighbor yelling at the tv

You can't plan for what you can't see
Hell, you can't even remember what you used to want to be
Is everyone sound another voice from the universe
Or just the neighbor yelling at the tv,
It's just the neighbor yelling at the tv

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