Orphans in the Key of E

Easy now, you're dreaming of a ledge

Talk yourself down from every story

Call the game you're losing again

And you show no signs of scoring

On the passenger side where my glasses were shattered

Losing myself at the end of your sentence

Call and pretend that your discounted man

Who cries on command will soon pick up the phone

Go to him now while he's not so distracted

By his own magic tricks by the widows he's husband

With the orphanage closed, it's so hard to know

Which childhood dream he's still planning on leaving

In the grocery store where a man is an audience

Time is on sale and the band is no one you've heard of

And there is no applause, just the sound of alarms

The register yawns at the sound of you leaving