No One Is Coming To Save Us Ezra Bell

I like you more when you drink
When you stop your morose and say horrible things
I don't mind if you snore or you stink
Or the times that I find dresser drawers in the sink
When you knock on my door at a quarter to three
And insist that no words are as important as these
Promise changed when I leave you
And Realize I no longer need you
When you cry and you beg and you lie and you say solemn hopes that I'll only see through
Now you're alone in the garden
Where the flowers don't grow but the weeds do

I like you more when you lie
When you show up past ten in some sawed-up disguise
Go on and on about wars and the spies and the kids and the dogs and The soldiers who've died
How the government plays us
You talk so fast I don't get to say much
Then you stomp and you cry with that sickly sad smile saying
No one is coming to save us
No one is coming to save us

The promise changed when she leaves you
And realize that she no longer needs you
And you cry and you beg and you lie and you say anything that she'll only see through
Now you're alone in the garden
Where the flowers don't grow but the weeds do
Now you're alone in the garden now you're alone