I can still imagine you Green as agave True as the bluest sky Making your brother cry with laughter You and I, in the corner of a room At an awkward party Where no one was talking As you were mocking the disaster I still hold space for you Even with all you put me through You're the kind of person everyone forgives You do what you want and somehow we'll forget You're the kind of person everyone forgives Often I remember times With rose-colored glasses Handing me roses Like some modern Moses, your apology You and I, in a truck bed High off our asses Pills from the neighbor Your form of labor, ideology I still hold space for you Even with all you put me through You're the kind of person everyone forgives You do what you want and somehow we'll forget You're the kind of person everyone forgives I can still imagine you Green as agave