When I leave tomorrow
> I'll try not to wake you up,
Leave a note saying I'll call,
> we won't talk for weeks
Finally, I'll send you a text saying:
"look out your window, across the street, under the light, and smile"
You'll be so in love and happy,
I'll be so bored.
You'll ask about the weeks,
I'll say I've been busy
> (lying)
Smiling about lying
I begin my descent
