there's an image in your drink   is that who you are?   a matinee of complications   to kick you in the cleft   and she's calling out your name   is that who you are?   sinking feeling when she speaks those words   though I want things to be good       hit the light, it won't help you see   I won't be here when you get home   contact will only make it worse       when togetherness is a chore   can't ignore the bad parts   and she's banking on your minutes   but your time is sparse   cover up, boost you seratonin   lovely, it's a good start   give it up, when friendships take formalities   there is no excuse at all       hit the light, it won't help you see   I won't be here when you get home   contact will only make it worse   and we're chatting about the open blinds you're contesting what I want    don't want to stay in this   hot room with you tonight hitting the lights,    dimming the lights    we can't control what we happen to like it's a lesson in where we are    ideally you might share my life,    but this is real time neither side is listening          hit the light, it won't help you see   I won't be here when you get home   contact will only make it worse   I've never thought of this before   you don't move me anymore   over my dead body   won't be here when you get home contact will only make it worse contact only makes it worse