YOU WENT AWAY / words by Chris Walla

About the time the sky turns from pink to black, I calculate the length of my day and ask for hours back. But the superheroes are bored with all the shit that I made them see and there’s nothing I can do to keep them from stripping the time away from me (I filed it all wrong on the form, you see).

The sky above your car is the darkest thing. Now I’m gonna go inside and wait for the phone to ring, because you went away.