The image of you The thought burns right through A flaw in an otherwise perfect crime
It's funny how The things I care about Are damaged But the unimportant things are fine
14 Herbert Street Two thousand and ten I was eighteen I couldn't keep my fucking story straight
I pushed you all away But the street lights on Mayne They still flicker Even though we're never there to see
I always wanted to call But I had nothing to say And you seemed better off Since you moved away I can't say I don't miss the company Of such a better example Of me
I know I had you all concerned But I've changed now I'm better And I got just what I deserved Persistence Respect is a process
Torn between Another bullshit apology Or blaming all the shit I said On a broken self-esteem Dodge the bourdon Evade the blame Or suck it up and just come clean
It'll never be the same again And all I have to thank is me Is there anything I can say To bring back the old days
I've been obsessing over bridges burned Though it's over it lingers So tell the others when it works for you I miss you And life's a little longer now