honeymoon ashtray

early afternoon at the souvenir shop

bought a funny ashtray for a couple bucks

then we ate pizza under the moonlight

or we ate french fries under the moonlight

why would any hotel have a bearskin rug?

why would they assume i'm cool with where that's from?

i murmured to you soaking in the sky

i murmured to you soaking in the sky

soon enough it can't get any darker

we'll toss and turn once it starts getting hotter

woah

you can give an ultimatum with a loaded gun

i still can't tell you what day of the week we're on

some days i blink and suddenly it's night

and i broke my promise

didn't go outside

the dust collects the second that you wipe it off

too late to vacuum

but not too late to toss

the roaches i discarded late at night

that piled up in the ashtray over time

it feels indicative of a disaster

manifestation of ambitions shattered

and i'll lean into it

keep getting sadder

it doesn't mean that it really matters

it doesn't mean that it really matters

yeah

honestly

it doesn't

it doesn't even matter

everything's not just a fucking omen

under the blankets in our messy home

let's remind ourselves of what we're doing right

cause seek through cracks and surely you will find

yeah

seek through cracks and surely you will find

don't seek through cracks when everything is fine

ooooooo

ooooooo