Staring contest with the Sun
You’re not joking with me much
These days it all just seems so rough
Maybe I haven’t been enough
Staring contest with the Sun
We got used to having fun
These days it all just seems so dumb
Indifferent and numb

Drinking whiskey that you bought me
And I tried everything that you taught me
Piles of dirty laundry in my closet
These quarters in my pockets feel like rocks in a quarry

Staring contest with the Moon
Wake up in the afternoon
These days I'm in a terrible mood
But I’ll always fake a smile for you
Staring contest with you in bed
Tracing your face in my head
These days I hate when you get upset
There’s nothing I can do about it

Drinking whiskey that you bought me
And I tried everything that you taught me
Piles of dirty laundry in my closet
These quarters in my pockets feel like rocks in a quarry

You’re not here but I'm
In your pocket
And you’re always on my mind
Caught in the corner of your eye
You’re not here but I'm
In your pocket
And you’re always on my mind
Caught in the corner of your eye
Like a picture in a locket
I’ll stare until I go blind