Sideways Ferns and Silver Eyes

[Intro]
[Verse]
I count the lines upon the floor
Sixteen scratches near the door
One looks like a tiny map
Caught within a porcelain trap
It’s a quiet kind of war
I don’t go outside no more
[Pre-Chorus]
My fern is leaning to the left
Of every vertical sense bereft
He only wants the neighbor's light
Turning away from what is right
[Chorus]
Everything is growing sideways
In these dusty little hallways
And I’m okay
With the delay
Just a static kind of holiday
In my own way
[Post-Chorus]
Everything is growing sideways
In these dusty little hallways
And I’m okay
With the delay
[Verse]
Three weeks back at the Spin-and-Dry
A girl with a silver-tinted eye
Looked at my socks and then at me
Like I was some kind of mystery
We didn't speak, we didn't try
Just watched the heavy suds go by
[Pre-Chorus]
Shadows stretching on the wall
I wait for nothing at all
The kettle whistles a flat B
It sounds like company to me
[Chorus]
Everything is growing sideways
In these dusty little hallways
And I’m okay
With the delay
Just a static kind of holiday
In my own way
[Bridge]
The piano’s out of tune again
Like a long-lost, shaky friend
Warble in the cassette tape
No desire for an escape
Just the hiss and the hum
Until I’m completely numb
[Verse]
The tea stain on the wooden table
Looks like a horse without a stable
The dust is dancing in the air
I’m just glad that I am there
To see the things that aren't quite able
To fit inside a glossy label
[Chorus]
Everything is growing sideways
In these dusty little hallways
And I’m okay
With the delay
Just a static kind of holiday
In my own way
[Post-Chorus]
Everything is growing sideways
In these dusty little hallways
And I’m okay
With the delay
[Outro]