In a dark and filtered room
I told you two to kiss
The friend I never knew
The girl I always did

John was there on the kitchen tile
Wondering if we were real
Sat up like a lamp
With his shades dropping to the floor

A sink big enough for a bath
I pace the tiny rooms

Michael wonders how cold is cold enough
I told him to give it time
Happy insects right through the doorway
I told him to give it time

Tomorrow is Monday
For the rest of our lives
Honored to wear the stress
You are my depression cherry