I remember dogs and benches
I can't forget the things you said
I remember evenings on the grass
And the hair on you head
We were clichéd and stupid
The purples and blues of sunsets past
Would make us cold until we'd hold each other 'cause it's all we
Had, and lost
All the moments seemed so small
To face the world, and declare that I am fine to all
If I'm asked, Hell, I'd say I had a ball
An empty head and a lonely bed
And after the party's over
I'll smile and hold your hand in mine
'Cause it's beautiful weather
And I love the look of your feathers
In my eyes