Turpentine

Once awake, you're slow to roll over
until I shake you and pull back the covers
"Let's be late," you say, "or skip altogether
the plans we made over the summer."

oh, Designer, Designer, design me a way
Designer, Designer, design me a way to stay in her head.

Once awake, I have to start over,
strip the paint, and soak in the turpentine.
The canvas calls me, "So you say I'm a saint?"
It's hard to see, it's all been erased.
So what do I do with all this negative space?
What do I do with you?

When You designed her, designer her, designer her this way,
You designed her, designed her with all this negative space,
You designed her, designed her, designed her this way,
designed her, designed her, designed her this way,
to stay in my head,
to stay in my heart,
to stay in my head, oh...

Once awake, you're slow to roll over.