Some By Sea – This Spot Is Reserved

I'm tired but I'm still listening to you

Sip coffee while you sort out the world with the air of a ghost

If these numbers add up, if these pieces fit and I make any sense

Will you take me home and help me out of myself?

The latest polls are coming in and I'm being ousted

The glass breaks, I feel fake

Dress me up in funeral colors and stab me with smiles

And leave me out in the cold

I'll be quiet

I like to go insane, but I see no reason to play games with

Someone of broken stature, love is always in the way of something

I'm not a fighter pilot, more of a screen door fantasy; see through me

This spot's reserved for something I just can't seem to find anywhere

Backwards solution, the California question

Our situation backs up the world for a night in your head

Drum up the answers, or just fake a moment

Or just give me something to open my eyes: a reality pill

Comatose and caffeine-bred, our hero deflates

As a silence surrounds him

Stuck in rooms with ghosts and liars, he feels more at home

Than he did in your arms

I'll be quiet

I like to go insane, but I see no reason to play games with

Someone of broken stature, love is always in the way of something

I'm not a fighter pilot, more of a screen door fantasy; see through me

This spot's reserved for something I just can't seem to find anywhere