hang,
for what reason.
& i guess it's difficult to pick up the pieces,
after they're all scattered on the floor.
memories, in tact.
your bruise - death cab for cutie
it's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes
but you're so far-sighted that you can't place trust
in what or who you recognize
we sped the Plymouth 'cross the banks of the Mississippi River
Mary Timony was smaller than a super ball
chitter-chatter, all these secrets started givin' me the shivers
plain and simply broken down near Olympia
i think your bruise was understated
'cause you can't feel this anymore
it's getting bluer and you can't keep faking
that you can't feel this anymore
i think i've let you down.
i won't ever let you let me down again.
