Imperfector

I see a face in the ceiling above me I fall asleep with nobody to love Dust settles where we've been before seems like I'm halfway out the door again Found something in the papers about you Only way that word gets through In bed with my closest friend its the Way I intended it to end Three of us at the kitchen table Four more by the bathroom stall No one leaves till we're all able We all wait for one more song Bundle of matches in my hand I'll strike them all if I can One for every night this week A heat so bright we couldn't see