Under & Over

The kids are off to school
The wash is in its spin
The roast is simmering
The trash is in its bin

My mind just wanders, endlessly pondering
All these things and more I'm assembling
I can't help but wonder "well, I'm under you"

The ceiling needs a coat
The blinds could use a broom
The bedsprings they squeak in time
To the rhythm of this tomb

I try to speak but you're through with figuring
Lay back, reflex, sensors stop triggering
I can't help but wonder "well, I'm under you"

My friends say "don't stay", I tend to validate
With this first-hand love turning into hatе
I can't help this failing to hesitate
So fly to participatе
And sealing my own... fate

The sun is going down
The pastor's in my room
The walk is so long and cold
The mall is in full bloom

I sit back, strapped in, adrenaline tingling
Sailing, soaked, the breaker is fingering
We'll make damn sure that finally I'm... over you

The kids are off to school
The wash is in its spin
The roast is simmering
The trash is in its bin
The ceiling needs a coat
The blinds could use a broom
The bedsprings squeak in time
To the rhythm of this tomb
The sun is going down
The pastor's in my room
The walk is long and cold
The mall is in full bloom
(We'll make damn sure that finally I'm over you)