The Soft Rewind

You held up the telescope
 Fat end to your eye
 And every day after was a catalogue
 Of how to see the world through a negative lie
 Pulled the horizon like a blanket over your head
 The sun was a rotting orange on a wobbly roll
 'Til it stopped dead
 You called it a stunning sunset
 I called it the last of the good light
 And a perfect waste of the night
 Already upon us
 There was a point, I started barking like a dog
 My command of new languages did not impress you
 But the howling drew a crowd
 The view from your roof was obscured by the streetlights glowing red
 My butt cover sucked up the sound like a new quilt tucked tight in your bed
 You called it a stunning sunset
 I called it the last of the good light
 And a perfect waste of the night
 Coming down on us
 You said, "we can wait for sunrise"
 I don't have that kind of time
 And we left the wasted night
 Waiting for the soft rewind
 Until the voice said, "This is us"
 This is us