Thirty-One

The moon's already high when she comes back home from work
 She says she's tired of trying, she often thinks of giving up
 The dishes on the sink look like a scene from a cheap noir
 She used to speak her mind with me, now she's got herself a cat
 Thirty-one's too early for anyone to feel like that
 She looks back at the good times like they will never return
 Staring out the window like she once stared into the road
 Wishing it could get her out to where the brighter summers go
 It's a shame but she takes it in
 With the same damp air this city breathes
 To buy some time
 Smoke some weed
 Go to bed
 And pray for sleep
 The mirror says goodbye as she leaves late for her train
 The wrinkles 'round her eyes tell of nightmares and dead ends
 Monday morning crowds resenting Friday evening drinks
 No one looks her in the eye, they're all walking in their sleep
 Thirty-one and somehow it feels like everything is done
 She looks back at the good times like they will never return
 Staring at the TV like she once stared into the road
 Wishing it could get her out to where the brighter summers go
 It's a shame but she takes it in
 With the same damp air this city breathes
 To buy some time
 Ssmoke some weed
 Go to bed
 And pray for sleep
 It's a shame but she takes it in
 With the same damp air this city breathes
 To buy some time
 Smoke some weed
 Go to bed
 And pray for sleep