Model Ships - Rosaline

If I make this bed the way it was

I’ll erase the story of the night

Like the ocean forgets about a storm

Like I can’t tell what’s wrong from right

Somehow I’ve made it through the night

As sure as the rise and fall of the tide

Rayleigh scattered morning blue across my sky

The windy city is frozen and covered in ice

So I’ve got this theory of vitality

And it turns out that it means the world to me

We trap our demons in beer bottles

And throw them to the curb the next day

I’ve dragged this halo through the dirt for the last time

I can’t find the thrill in this, I don’t think I even tried

If I make this bed the way it was

I’ll erase the story of the night

Like the ocean forgets about a storm

Like I can’t tell what’s wrong from right

Within this bottle I’ll build a ship

And I’ll sail it straight into your lips

Because you look like her