Late at night in a house, I fall asleep in a chair
Right in the middle of very important things
Right when I wake up, and a little bit before
I always feel a little bit crappy
Because of this girl who's not with me
All of the time
But I'd like her to be
But I know she'll never be
Hanging out with me
That one time in the tree
Was the only time with me
I sit here in the dark
In this soft chair, I fall asleep sometimes
Underneath the painting of a cat