I took a little spill and I scraped my knees. I tumbled down the stairs, and I fell into the street. The bruises I could handle, the cuts, the aches, the swells, but when the blood dripped from my mouth, back down the hill I fell.
Like Christmas lights on the lawn in May We don't belong to each other. No, not anymore. I stopped keeping score.
I think your hat is in my sock drawer.
We lit too many candles, filled too many balloons before the recorder started we were singing all the tunes and I stayed a little later and you drove too fast for me now I'm staring at the wreckage and you're looking for your keys.
I've burned everything we had And I can see for miles.