Текст песни This House

This house is full of women Playing guitar, cooking breakfast Sharing trauma, doing dishes And where are you? What if one day I don’t know you? What if one day you leave? And all confused desire and timezone changes Change what’s left of you and me? Maybe it’s all the drinks you’re buying I was feeling like a kid Spying on hidden porn store cameras Waiting on your graveyard shift And now you're out in california Just like you always said you’d be And did you ever even love her? Or was it rooted in companionship and timing? Well I’m not the one I was then My life was folded up in half I guess I owe it to the timing of companions I survived the year at all, at all, at all