Lyrics:

[Verse]
There are maybe ten or twelve things I could teach you
After that, well, I think you're on your own
And that wasn't the opening line it was the tenth or the twelfth

[Chorus]
Make of that what you will
Make of that what you will

[Verse]
Once there was a haunted loop of your deep, fallen tears
A forehead resting on a record shelf
Amid moving boxes stacked, I'm still waiting for the right words

[Chorus]
Make of that what you will
Make of that what you will

[Verse]
And the eyes they were a color I can't remember
Which says more than the first two verses
And it is the devil you know that will slam the door harder

[Chorus]
Make of that what you will
Make of that what you will
Make of that what you will
Make of that what you will