you look like a postcard
smiling there in the yard
eyes closed in the sun
we stood still while the earth spun

i feel like this time last year
staring off on the pier
the dark was sad at night
you took it as a sign

you’re finishing a rainier from that six pack our friend left here
it’s been sitting around now for a while
my glasses fog and then clear
it looks strange but i turn sincere
like everything just happens by design

i swear the world has ended
when it’s empty at the market
underneath the light
i’m all washed in the sickening bright

it’s so hard to see through
but easy to get used to
it’s like ripping off a band-aid
there’s a momentary slight pain

you’re finishing a rainier from that six pack our friend left here
it’s been sitting around now for a while
my glasses fog and then clear
it looks strange but i turn sincere
like everything just happens by design