In between my instincts
I'm correcting everything I should be
Left the burner on, caught the kitchen stove again
Funny how that something
can wind up circling to a pile of nothing
Left it unlocked if I'm asleep when you pull in

And I'll keep holding everything in while you're

Gone for the weekend
I've been gone for a couple years, and
Feels so wrong to be standing here
Should I be moving out?
While you're gone for the weekend
I've been gone for a couple years, and
Feels so wrong to be standing herе
Should I get moving out, out?

In between my memoriеs
I'm losing grip of what I hold most dearly
Spoke before I thought like I'd steeped my words in gin
Everything that should be is upside down
and walking on the ceiling
And the fire's not out, but the smoke is billowing

And I'll keep holding everything in while you're

Gone for the weekend
I've been gone for a couple years, and
Feels so wrong to be standing here
Should I be moving out?
While you're gone for the weekend
I've been gone for a couple years, and
Feels so wrong to be standing here
Should I get moving out, out?

Gone for the weekend
I've been gone for a couple years, and
Feels so wrong to be standing here
Should I get moving out?
While you're gone for the weekend
I've been gone for a couple years, and
Feels so wrong to be standing here
Should I get moving out, out?

I'll be, I'll be moving out
I'll get moving out
I'll be moving out