Get up at 9:45
Sun stabs through my room inside
I shower, try not to wake up Josh
I brush my teeth and use mouthwash
I shut the door and I twist the lock
I got to work and be on time
I hope to God my girlfriend's still alive
Customers smile and I smile back
I sweep the floor and I set the rack
Co-workers ask, "How do you do?"
I say, "Good, and how 'bout you?"
I be a good boy and don't check my phone
I go about my day in productive ways
I hope to God my girlfriend is okay
There's a deep dark sadness glowing in my heart
That I don't feel, that I can't grasp
There's a cold, cold wind chilling everything I touch
Like a swarm of locusts taking everything away
Leaving no joy or sorrow, only decay
Have some drinks, forget the time
Then in the bathroom mirror catch my eyes
Man I hope to God my girlfriend's still alive
Shoot the shit out with my friends
Knowing she's alone tonight
I hope to God my girlfriend feels alright
There's a deep, deep well you can follow to my heart
But there's no water there
There's a soft, soft silence barely aching for reprieve
But asking for nothing
There's a film moving around me, graced with the intricacies of life
But with no subtitles and everything on mute
I don't know what more I can do