Wicker Couch - Dryjacket

The drive home

I can do it with my eyes closed or a blindfold

That summer, you left me pacing the perimeter

'Til the morning after, when you’re not here

We commemorate your absence with absinthe

You devastate just to get your way

Lying facedown on a wicker couch in the fucking rain

You devastate just to get your way