Last Night

Last night, I walked into my bedroom
 The room was warm and smelt like
 Dinner from some hours ago
 Chatter from my open window
 A man named Mark was talking
 I learned his name from the voice on his phone
 And Friday, it treats me like a user
 I'm just a fucking mover
 Always pushing around my lows
 And I've been no better than the static
 Coming from my headphones
 Writing songs about who knows?
 This just feels like time has let go
 Hear these words I'm trying to know
 What you asked me when I was at the bottom
 Of this time
 I wanna know
 A rabble of maniacs and lunatics
 Word-speak that's so obvious
 As we sprawl out into the fog
 And in that I have been distracted
 And feeling so blown out
 A hyperbolic loud mouth
 This just feels like time has let go
 Hear these words I'm trying to know
 What you asked me when I was at the bottom
 of this time
 Maybe I wanna know
 Then I wanna go back home
 In a postcard she writes,
 "I'm waiting out the times, I'm waiting in my mind"
 I responded, "You're right
 I walked along the coast, I thought of you the most
 But I don't wanna feel not found
 When my love is down and you're freaking out"