From the basement where we first talked,
to the ride home
'with the kids we barely knew, '
you left a permanent scar.''
Memories are taped on our walls,'
hung as a reminder.'
How easy it could be,
when we weren't growing apart.
''I'm always talking in circles,
'I always think until I can't sleep.''
We always want what is kept from us. '
Well maybe I am the liar,'
and there is nothing that is left for us.'
You are a permanent scar.''
I'm always talking in circles, '
I always think until I can't sleep.''
You are the leaves at my feet.
'You are the hum of electric heat.
'I kept myself away,'
but I'm starting to like the pain.