It's all the time we've wasted now wasted
It's all the times we got wasted, we wouldn't remember anyways
It's all the areas of gray laced in the spaces inbetween
It's that night the thunderstorm became a breeding ground for our love
It's where you told me to leave, it's where push came to shove      
It's the bicycle I road into hell
It's your hair in the fire as we rode out of every argument we've ever had
It's all the meds you've swallowed from under your bed
It's everything you've locked up inside that shed
It's the ghosts and the ghouls and the heads
It's all of the mysteries you've left me inbetween
It's your aptitude to love and leave