Letras
You kissed me in the middle of the house of god
We fell asleep before I could turn the lights off
The next time I was clenching my fist
Hold a grudge for the chances I missed
The love you want me to describe is something I don't trust
Something I don't know from the inside
Standing back a mile away, you stay a faint idea of it
A faint old memory
Where you're trying to go you don't need me
Still keep the pictures in the back of my head
Still have the same shirts, the same regrets
I used to think you didn't miss me much
I used to want you, now I'm happy for us
It's a story that I tell myself sometimes
A picture of an alternate timeline
Remember cutoff shorts and broken single speeds
Chart the hills of the city I'm climbing
You won't recognize me