East Pearl

Twelve PM on a Sunday
We wake up in bed wearing nothing but skin
Roll over gently and squinting at light we let in
We let in, we let in, we let
Through the seven foot windows we never bought shades for
For what else do we not need?
This is the life that we chose
Subsequent from our infatuations and wondering

Do we have to?
Tell me we don't need to
Wondering does she love me or love me not

It's like the weekends are never enough
It's like the weekends are never enough

It's been too long since Diablo at home
Take out and face masks
I'm back to Grand Theft Auto alone
Why do we have all these photos in boxes and not in frames
Still the situation remains the same
Still no shades

Do you think we'll ever beat that game?
Do you think we'll ever block the light from getting in?
I hope so