Nostalgia; take the weight each time.
Your contraband came through my bedroom window
I could have sworn it was just the air.
Tonight was one of those nights that you can't decide you love or hate.
When you drive you don't look to your left or right, straight on.
It was a long drive for someone with so much to think about.
Keeping the window cracked to allow the whistle of the air,
anything to remind you that you're alive.

I felt your stare but it hurts too much to return the glance.
I gathered my jacket, allowing my emotions to make their exit.
Heavy Water/I'd rather be sleeping.