Early afternoon at the souvenir shoppe Bought a funny ashtray for a couple bucks And 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 it's from?" I murmur to you soaking in the sky I murmur to you soaking in the sky Soon enough it can't get any darker We'll toss and turn once it starts getting hotter You could give me 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 Dust collects the second that you wipe it off It's 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 even matter Everything's not just a fucking omen Under the blanket in our messy home Let's remind each other what we're doing right 'Cause seek for cracks and surely we will find Yeah, seek for cracks and surely ye will find Don't seek for cracks when everything is fine Checkerboard ashtray!