Lyrics:

#19 - Imaginary Arguments

I picture every little wrinkle, and I’ve got your voice just right

You’re at the dining room table and everything

I’ve had many years to practise, every word so powerful

And every time I play it through, I always win

I still remember when you told us, and for how long it was going on

7 years, we must have broke a mirror

My brother laughed in shock, but me I didn’t say a word

You looked furious, who could you be mad at?

And I’ve never seen the old man cry like that

Look, I don’t know my place or how much it’s to do with me

But I swear I see the hurt still in his eyes

I don’t know if I’m allowed to be upset or what, but I

Feel like there’s always something hanging over how I feel

Like a tree branch scratching on my roof

There’s so much I guess I don’t know, I’ve pieced it all together

With misheard conversations and half-truths

Is time a hurt healer? Or am I just tired of feeling bad?

Bowing down to old pain like a shrine

And everyone can find something to blame someone else for

I'm still leaning on old patience and time

Stepping up, confronting, owning what is mine

But I can’t feel the difference between letting something go

And just pushing something further out of view

And I don’t have the nerve to yell at you so I’ll just have to have these

Imaginary arguments with you

[solo]

Every other Christmas, I see you’re doing fine

You’ve let the past stay in the past

And then I feel guilty.. Why would I want to pick that scab?

At least the trouble in your eyes has gone at last

So I guess again I’ll leave it, and I suppose I’m fine as well

Maybe I’ll try again next year