Downer (2021)

A soft knock, familiar sight 
I'm an airplane, I can't hide
I'm happy to see you
Just don't understand what you do

Middle of the night
I'm a dark door, a dare to try
Sometimes you lose your mind
When it's the middle of the night

Follow me to the gravel pit
I want to film
I want to jump off a cliff

Middle of the night
I'm a UFO, I can't hide
Spinning a mile high
A quick sight, a flash of light

Woke up on a tire swing
Devil of the deep under me

Middle of the night
A mine cart cuts though the mountain side
Skeleton headlight bright
Lived a life like yours and mine

Watch me kick up dirt
I guess there's no going home

I don’t mind staying in
I never was much of a dancer anyway
I don’t mind eating alone
I never was much of a gourmand

I don’t mind drinking boxed wine
I done it plenty of times before

But I miss seeing you
Yeah I miss seeing you

I don’t mind waking up on the floor
My head split in two
What did I do?

But I miss seeing you
Yeah I miss seeing you
I miss seeing you

I don’t mind ten days flushed down the drain
No one noticed, I’m going insane

But I miss seeing you
Yeah I miss seeing you
I miss seeing you

Dead dog in the backyard
Naked winter stems
You had a humorous frown
This is an antique sound 
I want to be enveloped in the brass buzz

Broken ears aren't mended with a tourniquet
Broken ears are better than a torn up thought

Don't mean to be a downer
I can't exist any other way
Bubbling driveway, electric storm spring
Are you really going to speak to me?

Because I'm waiting
With the window open
Cold leaves are finding their way in
Naked winter stems
Naked winter stems

I wanted you to watch fright night with me
You said there's so much else we could do
It was October in New York
And the leaves were gold and red and yellow
You had a long list of free shit to do

We went to the crafts fair 
You bough a mini pumpkin
I said it reminded me of when we were kids
You said I live in the past
And I yelled "no I don't"
On the subway ride home
We sat together, but we didn't talk
It was October in New York

Sitting out on the hood
Trying to hear myself think
Shivering like shadows over cattle corn fields
And I may drive away soon

But I swear something hovered over me
And saved me from feeling so desperate
But those lights are only private jets

I've been looking at pulp magazines
This obsession isn't healthy 

Someone in the middle of the street
A trench coat from Salvation Army
Smoke from freshly rolled tobacco leaves

Glow through the window from the radio
I heard you heard about Searsville Road
What made you so sure that I'd go?

I've been looking at pulp magazines
This obsession isn't healthy
I saw your future on a silver screen

The same figure burned the barn to the ground
The haymaker hissed like a kiss and a frown
No metal that heavy disappears without a sound

I've been looking at pulp magazines
This obsession isn't healthy
I saw your future on a silver screen
I've been looking at pulp magazines
Something out there wants to get me
Something stepped out of the screen

I left him with his TV dinner
I'm not getting younger or thinner
I'm sick of sedation

Packed for the weekend away
I'll deal with the backlash another day
Except it didn't go that way

I'm gone 
Don't tell anyone
Don't stop
If we're caught, I can't go home
Give 'em taillights, a dust storm
It's a sharp turn

You think I care about me
Like I can't sleep if you can't eat
Except I've never felt less lonely

You'll get what you'll answer for
I'm not gonna settle no more
That's why the pedal's to the floor

Don't stop
I don't care anyone
I'm gone
If we're caught, I can't go home
Kiss our taillights
It's a new road
It's a sharp turn