Red October

Papier-mâché flasks we'd never drink from
Hand-made opaque masks you'd never think of
An Adderall nightmare you couldn't dream up
And when the morning breaks
You never wake up
Escape the winter winds within the theatre;
A poster pin-up girl, you'll never meet her
You know you won't get
Back your dad's old sweater
You got to remember that things
They will get better

And I know that you don't think
I'm coming home and
It's been too many weeks over the phone
And I don't know I long I can go with it alone because I'm still trying to learn your do's and don'ts

Separate, medicate your awful headache
What you make of your day keeps you awake . olympia won't wait for the winter
Breathe into my glass and I fog over
That's when the world get's weird, in Red October
I hope you know I will say sorry when I am sober