Coke Bottle Green - Widowspeak

Off and on and off I stare into space

And I get that crazed look on my face

Maybe too soon I don’t know what to do

Maybe too often I’m thinking of you

You say I saved you a seat at the bar

Our old friends are asking where you are

Maybe too soon I fled that scene

To lie under ceilings of coke bottle green

And I won’t see what I don’t wanna see

And I’ve been bitter and it’s getting the better of me

Maybe too much I don’t know if it’s right

Maybe it’s keeping me up at night

It’s not so often the reasons are bad

Just thinking about the days we’ve had

I want windows I can fill

With any life that I can kill

I want them open without any screens

A slanted ceiling of coke bottle green

And I won’t see what I don’t wanna see

And I’ve been bitter and it’s getting the better of me

And I won’t see what I don’t wanna see

And I’ve been bitter and it’s getting the better of me

Off and on, off I stare into space

And I get that look on my face

Meet me there in the in-between

Under a ceiling of coke bottle green