Manchester Orchestra

Half a year and here you are again
I'd go out in public if nobody ever asked
I sit home and drink alone and hope that bottle speaks
Like you, like us, like me
Half a year again, now it's a whole
February stationery from you on the wall
And I sit home and plead the throne to speak, to speak to me
To me, to me, hasn't said a single thing
You're probably too busy with your work
Or am I just excusing you for leaving me alone?
There's nothing in these wooden drawers
To bring you back, or to keep me bored