The Seattle Star

And if I see you, it’s like nothing went wrong. Yeah, if we meet again tomorrow, just like Sunday Comics. But there I go erasing our chances just by asking, “How do you sleep?” One step forward. Six steps back.

We were going home, waiting for the kids’ school bus to arrive (but you know, they’re gonna do it anyway).
Read Sunday Comics, wait, is that your phone? Got a TBI. “Wait, is that police?” “Get out for what?” “I’m not your guy.”(But you know, they’re gonna do it anyway). Wife behind the trees tryna to tell you don’t — they’re about to fire (they’re gonna do it anyway).

You used to be alright — what happened? Did the cat get your tongue? Did your string come undone? One by one, Sunday Comics, they come to us all: “How come I end up where I started?”