VCR

So many of my nights end up the same way, so fucked up I can't tell that there are parallels in our voids. I'm just immersed in mine so well

Am I handsome when I fuck up? and are you pretty when you lie?

Heartlessly I hope, that I don't meet you in the morning, that i don't see you out tonight

That by the time I next hear 'Rumours' I don't think of you at all

You are the clock on my VCR keeping me up at night, the tiny light won't fade

Days pass, nights introspection lasts

And if you long for light, what's worse for you than me?

Sat in seclusion now night after night

Recall the moment, I recall the sight

I sing in spite

I wonder would you stop me if you saw me?

Or would we pretend our eyes miss?

Wordless communication graces older relationships

There's a distance in between us, sometimes I bask in it

Heartlessly I hope. No I don't meet you in the morning. No I don't stay out long tonight

Do the things I assign worth to really mean a thing at all?

And you are the clock on my VCR

Keeping me up at night, the tiny light won't fade

Days pass, nights introspection lasts

And if you long for light, what's worse for you than me?