Absentee - Banner Pilot

Daylight in the east over Thunder Bay.

You laugh like you’re crazy.

Wading through a drowsy communique

as I blow smoke off the second floor.

Scribble what you do, erasing what you’ll quit.

Since you don’t leave the house, I’m it.

You’re a jigsaw puzzle but none of the pieces fit.

The Fuller House is a place to hide when traffic gets backed up outside.

Just close the blinds before they break your heart in two.

We block out the sun 'cause it shows too much;

there’s bottles we’ve still never touched.

Nothing beats having nothing else to do.

Talking to the trees, remember what I said — «you're kind of amazing»

— and I still got your voice buzzing in my head

as I make the climb up Dorseto Hill.

Up a sleeping street and into 303.

Want more of you rubbed off on me

so for the summer months I’ll just get marked absentee.