sofa

The factory across the way, with no windows, makes a sound
That low hum doesn’t change with the seasons, it’s always there
I thought it was normal, that sound would follow me
I believed it, just like that

My baby, on nights without you, it felt like you were here on the SOFA
Baby, in this empty room, it’s got a strange, distant vibe

When the clouds steal even the moonlight from me
Only the flickering light of the vending machine remains
Burned into my eyelids, like a glow-in-the-dark creature
When I try to remember, you’re already gone

My baby, the night has come to my room again, which means
Baby, you’re probably having a different night, but the same color

The fifth streetlight I can see from the window
Must have gone out without me noticing
I wonder if I could’ve lit at least one light for the sadness you carried

My baby, I turned around, feeling like you were still there
Baby, you loved it when the conch and soup rolled around

My baby, on nights without you, it felt like you were here on the SOFA
Baby, the drama you would’ve started is rolling out now.