revolution

I am musically empty, I'm thirsty for my left brain, I won't play name that tune anymore
remember when sundays were the mornings that we'd play? I'd stretch an epiphany all the way cross the floor
I happily broke the habit, you inevitably spat it back inside my mouth
so i'm sitting at the center of the earth, in the fire & her words, tragically uninspiring myself
baby I need to get out of this rut.

every night I dream, before I go to sleep that he falls in love with me from the east coast
and my fingers play the same tuneless melody, monotony gently blankets me with the snow
I'm so good at writing love letters but I'd never let you think lesser of me my dear [dear me]
I'm weary of your pictures, they stir my sleep and linger with the angles of your jaw cut too clear
oh, baby I need to get out of this rut.

my dear friend says she's had it, smells the flowers made of plastic as we haunt the coffee shop on craig street
we're cranking out our species over pasta and our tea leaves, the outcome's looking awfully bleak
so I'm starting a revolution in the cabinets of my kitchen, boycotting winter drudgery [it's just me]
i'm trying to stand up. I've forgotten how to walk but I really don't need you to try & teach me
I just need to get out of this rut.