In a Bungalow

If I see you again, would you tell your friends?

Would you let them know, curse you over the phone?

 

If I see you again, would you say it’s been easy?

Or a personal hell, take me to a motel, say it’s always been me?

 

In a bungalow in South City, your dog plays in the yard

It turned out so hard

In a bungalow in South City, you play high school songs

Things went so wrong

 

There’s nothing wrong with missing your friends

Or your parents’ house, dad asleep on the couch

There’s nothing wrong if you think about me

You got your college degree, and a pretty face, a house with lots of space

 

In a bungalow in South City, you sleep so late

Everything’s a daze

In a bungalow in South City, you think about moving on

The ones you loved are gone

 

When you give me a call and ask to buy me a drink

I think I’ll just say yes, I could stand to regress

I mean, you’re trying your best

And you were always so sweet

Another round on me

My car’s parked pretty far

Try another bar

And you’re slurring your words

I should probably go

I hate to see you so low

 

In a bungalow in South City, I’d love to sit in your yard

I’ll shuffle all the cards

In a bungalow in South City, I’d love to be your friend

Bleed out and finally mend