You talked and you talked about the things that you missed. Threw your body around, pissed in a fit. And I knew, oh I knew that this wasn't over, put your head in your heart, some over-exposure. I guess that you guessed that it was only in time that our minds would give out and I'd get mine. But I'm fine, man, I'm fine. I'm glad you moved on, but these streets are getting colder, and I've made you into a song.
Do you remember, I remember, sitting crossed-legged in December, outside of Center trying to break my fever. There was this band, a good band. playing songs we all seemed to like, you were there and you looked so pretty, I was too nervous that night. And Later on, later on, when you had finally gone, I banged my head against a wall and focused on how long. I've been stupid and unconscious through most of my life, and it has ruined every chance of trying to kiss you tonight.