Dead Plants

Sarah, would you please come over?
I know you leave in May
And now that we're both older
I've got so much to say
And let's be real, you're not that honest
I knew you'd never keep your promise

Are you counting cracks in your ceiling
Laying by your window fan
Have you lost your sense of meaning
With those dead plants above your head
And we both know this serves no purpose
Do you think that this was worth it?
And Sarah, tell me, am I perfect?

Fever dreams
In your red Jeep
I still think of your floral sheets

Sarah, would you please come over?
I know you leave in May
And now that we're both older
I've got so much to say
Let's be real, you're not that honest
I knew you'd never keep your promise
And Sarah, am I what you wanted?

Fever dreams
In your red Jeep
I still think of your floral sheets