I woke up out the window; I'd kind of planned on waking up with you
And the posters cover the walls like sticking plasters on scabs while I pretended to sleep
In case someone came home
And I don't want to speak; I want to be alone
Let's just sit beside each other and...

Not mention the war, not speak of the struggle
Deny the divorce and always roll our eyes at anyone that isn't us
And the walls they close in, and your world gets smaller still
There are better ways to get your timesheet filled

And the razor you bought from the market is teasing me rusted on the floor
And the bits we ripped off the carpet leave splintered wood that makes my feet sore
And as the traffic slows down outside they all ignore the sunshine
They drive from indoors to indoors

And don't mention the war, don't speak of the struggle
Deny the divorce and always roll their eyes at anyone that isn't them
And the walls they close in and your world gets smaller still
There are better ways to get your timesheet filled

And what's the right part to start to change, when I want nothing of me the same?
Isn't this supposed to be summer?
Isn't this supposed to be everything at once?
And they said it wouldn't be so easy to fall quickly in and out of love
What's the point in trying to change? None of this can stay the same
Just don't mention the war, don't speak of the struggle
Deny the divorce and always roll your eyes at anyone that isn't you
And the walls they close in and your world gets smaller still
There are better ways to get your timesheet filled