Off and on, off I stare into space
And I get that crazed look on my face
Maybe too soon I don' t know what to do
Maybe too often I' m thinking of you
You say I saved you a seat at the bar
Our old friends are asking where you are
Maybe too soon I' d fly that sea
To lie on that ceiling of coke bottle green

And I won' t see what I don' t wanna see
And I' ve been bitter and it' s getting the better of me

Maybe too much I don' t know if it' s right
Maybe it' s keeping me up at night
It' s not so often the reasons are bad
Just thinking about the days we' ve had
I want windows I can fill
With any life that I can kill
I want them open without any screams
A slanted ceiling of coke bottle green

And I won' t see what I don' t wanna see
And I' ve been bitter and it' s getting the better of me
And I won' t see what I don' t wanna see
And I' ve been bitter and it' s getting the better of me
Off and on, off I stare into space
And I get that look on my face
Meet me there in the in-between
Under a ceiling of coke bottle green
Under a ceiling of coke bottle green