[Verse 1]
Bill on the fridge
Teeth on the glass
Calendar bleeding
Through the months too fast
Dust on the shelf
Shadows in stacks
Every little promise
Keeping quiet tabs
[Chorus]
Death will one day come to collect
Every debt I dressed up as neglect
All the calls I let ring out
All the love I lost in doubt
Death will one day come to collect
So what am I doing with what's left
[Verse 2]
Half-charged phone
Unread names
Old friends fading
Like a picture in the rain
Plans in a folder
Marked “someday”
[low vocal register] Someday's looking older
Walking my way
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Not a warning siren
Just a knock at the door
Soft as Sunday morning
But it shakes the floor
If the end sits patient
At my kitchen chair
I better fill this silence
With something worth it there
[Chorus]