Clothes I left on my floor, the papers piled on my desk
So you got ahead of me
I’ll let my pen bleed black or blue
Who would have imagined it? Could’ve worked out so well
Never quite figured out how to do with what life had dealt
And we never came untied, I guess you were just my type
With kick and snares so careless, not in time
And I guess I’m still dragging behind
So when I sat behind the drum set
We used to roll the windows down and play the music loud
And we’d get drunk and kiss, our bodies twist like shoe laces
Smoking out in her car, lost in west Omaha
I’ll be grateful for this day
The story is incomplete, the pictures’ left unfinished
You know that summer never stopped, I still pretend I’m there
And there’s a voice that speaks like someone’s right behind me
And I’ll learn to love my new discovered proof
Your heartbeat’s what I tried to play
And I will color in the meaning
I had a friend who changed his name but couldn’t change himself
So I am writing my own ending
Now he's a shape that moves like echoes through my empty room
Bands in the living room, the neighbors ain’t never cared
I turned around and found exactly what you would expect
He put a needle in his arm to calm his handsome hell
But where the ink is where the cause effects what’s meant by it
It will be gold and green and true
