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, smoke 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