Surf Wax Antarctica

Porcelain beach on southern Long Island
Taking a walk to ease your troubled mind
Or just to pass the time
Did we already run out of interesting things to say
Or am I not worth the time of day
To ask anything other than "how about that weather"?

This conversation's dying
And you're not even trying
'Cause I said what I meant
Under the influence
Just barely making sense

We can go surfing on the waves of December
It'll give you a great sense of pride, or hypothermia

This conversation's dying
And you're not even trying
'Cause I meant what I said
Behind incoherent
Stuttering sentences

This winter hasn't been great lately
Everyone else is out ice skating
But the snow, it gets me so distracted
Reminds me of your winter jacket
I get so anxious when I call you
Hang up and then turn down the volume
The voice on the TV reminds me
That I am just so cowardly
"Return the slab"
"Return the slab"
"Return the slab"
"Return the slab"