Ben Folds Five

6am, day after Christmas
I pull some clothes on in the dark
The smell of cold
Car seat is freezing
The world is sleeping
I am numb
Up the stairs, to her apartment
She is balled up on the couch
Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte
They're not home to find us out
And we drive
Now that I have found someone
I'm feeling more alone
Than I ever have before
She's a brick and I'm drowing slowly
Off the coast and I'm heading nowhere
She's a brick and I'm drowing slowly
They call her name at 7.30
I pace around the parking lot
Then I walk down, to buy her flowers