It's funny, the things you remember
And the things you forget.
I can't remember the way
It sounded when you laughed,
But I remember the way
Your whole car shook with bass,
And I could feel it in my stomach.

I don't remember those nights we shared
After too many shots of god-knows-what,
But I remember the shapes and colors of every bruise,
Beautiful and blue.
I could never make them so beautiful,
You know.