Fool's Gold Leaf

[Verse 1]
The Gideon Bible in this Hyatt drawer is mocking me at 4:17 AM.
The dust motes swim in the warning light from a snowplow on Michigan Ave.
You know I meant it when I said it by your door,
then tried to graft that feeling to some dumb joke about the score.
I’m a fool's gold leaf pressed between the pages, still.

[Chorus]
(Sung by a different, female vocalist)
"You don't have to run from the good mulch, baby."
"You just have to let the sun hit your face."

[Verse 2]
You got that pothos vine that’s climbing up the brick,
while I'm tracing patterns on this polyester, feeling sick.
Heard the first 'L' train shake the condensation on the pane,
and this old root rot thinking feels just like a Michigan rain.

[Chorus]
(Sung by a different, female vocalist)
"You don't have to run from the good mulch, baby."
"You just have to let the sun hit your face."

[Bridge]
(Sung by female vocalist)
You're not the only one who's scared of solid ground.
I know the hum of something breaking by the lack of any sound.

[Outro]
The key card's cold against my thumb, still smells like you.
I'll deadhead all the doubt and just decide to see this through.