a bowling ball in waternit's a chore not to sinkna new life without younoh, the possibilities are fleetingnand I tried so hard to engineer this tripnnow I know my magic wand was just a rulernkeeping space between usnna metaphorical homenfor your neglected loner heartnit was unwise to thinknthat your residency would be enduringnand I'll sleep in the middle of my bednpretending that it's naturaln'cause after allnnI am just a vacationnthat you decidenyou can vacate at any old timennand at the ceremonynstep up to receive your prizenmost likely to bailnit's amazing you nevernthought you earned thisnI turn 95 degrees just to think straightnnow you can't see menI can't feel younnI am just a vacationnthat you decidenyou can vacate at any old timennand you arrived so triumphantlynsinging your lovenmaking heads lean toward younnow we'll keep on tryingnand I'll still keep fightingnto find all the notesnthat were lost on dead air that you breathennand you tried to fake and flynbut unsuccessfullyn'cause soon you'll be seeingnyour reflection in my eyesnnand I'll sleep in the middle of my bedntrying to forget every word you saidnI'll never forget what you said, nonnI am just a vacationnthat you decidenyou can vacate at any old timenany old freakin' time