Slumber Party

Did you catch me counting sheep again?
Did you find me? Possum, play pretend
Pillow dust floating from the rear view of our van
Little semi-circles, a semi-sort of stillness in the air

So what if we never leave...
The state of slumber that we once believed as our reality?
And baby we’ll never need
The excuses on the mantelpiece
If we just cancel our RSVP

I can’t make it to the slumber party
RSVP, You won’t see me at the slumber party

Woke up, New Years, blinded by the glare
Clouded conscience, still unsure how both feet got us there
Shiny plastic petals, a plastic sort of glitter in your stare
Confrontations, planted by the heavy of your hands
Safe words only
Until I come to my senses again

So what if we never leave...
The state of slumber that we once believed as our reality?
And baby we’ll never need
The excuses on the mantelpiece
If we just cancel our RSVP

I can’t make it to the slumber party

And I knew, instantly, when I saw you across the room
The flowers we tended, were rotten at the root

So what if we never leave...
The state of slumber that we once believed as our reality?
And baby we’ll never need
The excuses on the mantelpiece
If we just cancel our RSVP

You won’t see me at the slumber party