Stairwell Song - Bright Eyes

Underneath an awning concentrating on the rain

Hearing laughter in the stairwell

It reverberates

They’re talking 'bout the weekend, all the plans that they have made

Said it’s just nice to have something

To anticipate

We were dressed alike

Though you were one of a kind

For an enigmatic guy

You seemed relatable

You were smart, but so foolish with your heart

Eyed the exit from the start

In the end, couldn’t tell what you pretended

Always wild with your sly renegade smile

Perfectly disheveled style

What a waste, I regret it to this day

When I’m trapped inside my bedroom planning out my last resort

I have a great imagination

So I just teleport

And I’m back with you in Benson, sitting on that rotting porch

Where we only drank the good stuff

That we could afford

Could be so damn mean, but you were always sweet to me

You swept me off my feet, and we went flying

Tried your best to hide all the sadness in your eyes

But I caught you every time that that was possible

You were kind, existential and refined

Always something on your mind

Even then, our love was not in question

Nothing changed, you just packed your things one day

Didn’t bother to explain what happened

You like cinematic endings