My Side Of The Bed

Nine thirty in the evening

I am pushing through

A moshpit of a feeling

Ripe autumn air to breathe in

Patterned orange hue

On empty streets of Brighton

Drinking old fruit

Redder than a kalyna

Playing back what my folks went through

Dizzy heart when I need ya

I'd hate to say they're right

Write down four letters

I'm jackpot dreaming

With you on my side of the bed

Over and over again

You know me better

So now I'm reaching

For you on my side of the bed

Fine, lucky is a feeling

We both know it's true

Still it bears repeating

Tired memories of leaving

Lettered avenues

God damn it's been a long night

Write down four letters

I'm jackpot dreaming

With you on my side of the bed

Over and over again

You know me better

So now I'm reaching

For you on my side of the bed

But the truth is

Every 8th of November

Playing back what my folks went through

Raised on dreams they surrendered

Laugh at me cause I love my life

With you right there in the center

Sorry that I just lectured

About a day in November