7am on a Saturday
the phone screams in my room
I knock it down just to pick it up and whisper
you want who?
I'm hearing your voice 5 or 6 hundred miles away
I should've known you didn't care what I was dreaming about
anyway

A long stretch of nothing
and my eyes feel like static
then you say you're doing fine
I guess that means your state of mind
is somewhere north of tragic

Now I'm coming to
like a perfect string out of tune
I should've known you didn't care what I was
playing to

CHORUS
Now the sun
drips in my eyes like you
I try to squint it out
but it keeps coming back through
on this perfect day
to sleep away
But you had to call to tell me a truth
you could lie through

You thought you hung the phone up
so I pressed it close to my head
From a distance her voice sounds kind of nice
but what would I expect?
Now it's coming through
perfectly on this perfect day
I should've known you didn't care what I was
wasting away

CHORUS

On this perfect day
A perfect day
It's a perfect day
Such a perfect day
On this perfect day

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