Smoking in Seattle 2am just parked my car On the side of Melrose Avenue Taking in the skyline Scene enhanced by drops of rain Drops which came from clouds I drove us though She was drunk in Kansas FaceTimed me with all her friends Fell asleep by midnight central time Tired of being atlas Still I navigate the bends Lift my head to see which stars are mine I'm so tired of this spare mattress But I feel the same in mine I have no eyes in the back of my head so I think that must be by design It's all expectation Hope for more or pray for less I think that's why life seeks new precedents It's all expectation How a life's results are dressed So my nerves prepare for accidents Smoking in Seattle 2am just parked my car On the side of Melrose Avenue I saw clouds in the mountains I wish to only be above Fake flowers on my bookshelf Are so much easier to trust I saw clouds in the mountains I wish to only be above Fake flowers on my bookshelf Are so much easier to trust I'm so tired of this spare mattress But I feel the same in mine I have no eyes in the back of my head so I think that must be by design