Lyrics

Something about the way Violet flips her hair While she's paging through some fabric swatches I'm slumping in a Poang chair Does she sense malaise See it wash over my eyes We struggle cramming curtain rods in the trunk of her Passat outside And it's cold. I watch her go Everything's on hold East Palo Alto Ikea rooftop parking space is simply not the place She's talking up a trip to Bristol, Connecticut For an interview. LinkedIn connections Two days after the world stops spinning I'm gnawing on a fingernail She asks me what's gone wrong Startled, say I'm leery of the way things seem to move along Without your say so Everything unfolds Tomorrow's never guaranteed But a week from now's concrete? I guess i'm a little in my own head Might need some time alone And Like that, I let her go The simplicity astounded even me