I can't walk past Rocky Raccoon's house without pondering the idea of you
Simultaneously yet separately living out our days
I find comfort in nostalgic music, long car rides and light shows,
In lukewarm coffee representing effort put out for far too long
Hues of orange and yellow stick around with no sign of surrendering
Like an overdue library book I have no intention of returning
American Spirits burning a hole in my heart where you used to be