When I was walking through Violet's Way
And thinking of a good ghost story to tell
You were the cracking neck in my acid trip
The rabbit hole in the bottom of a wishing well
And I've cast so many pennies down to the bottom
Hoping that time might freeze
And I pray to a God that I barely believe in
That you'll never get sick of me

And I've been patient, I've been kind
But I never get the chance to exercise
The best I can do is shake off the dust I'm wearing
I've been naked before but never not ashamed
But you kept your gaze, never looked away
When all I recall is my ex's with x's over their eyes glaring

Some of my favorite times with you
Are when we drink so much that whatever we say
We can pass off as alcoholic rambling
Even though it means so much more than...
Three months and fourteen days?
I've skipped plenty of rocks into rivers
Barely counting it past three times
But what I've seen in those small ripples
Can only be spoke out loud in the language of mimes

All I can hope is they set our tone to music
And I just hope that I can hear it
My awkward little steps with a walking stick
I love this dance, but my knees are shaky and unfit

Even if the world would end, and we'd be the last people alive
I'd still pull the covers over us while I take the dive