The Tender and the Terrible Lyrics

Sleeping on newspaper across the hall from your portrait on the wall
Stands six feet high and six feet wide
Concentrating on the marks you made both on me and on the page
And mulling over hazel eyes

This is inertia calling
To let you know I'm falling
Way too fast
To ever slow down now
I wouldn't know how

You packed the last of your things into your car before you leave for the summer
A hug and sigh, the hard goodbye
Rode the bus back home slouched in defeat and broke down in the window seat
And mulling over hazel eyes

This is inertia calling
To let you know I'm falling
Way too fast
To ever slow down now
I wouldn't know how