Recently I've been thinking about
Those streets we'd drive down every Sunday
The ones you thought had real cute names
I remember "Pecan Lane"
Find the time to organize the shelf out
In the living room
You decorate your space
With knick-knacks and tattoos
I never thought I'd be
The last one to leave here
Lost in the backroom
With the dust on my
Old band's gear
Trip over disappointment
As I make my way to the front door
Tell you I love you
Like I have one million times before
The more I drink the more I think
The cigs I smoked at seventeen
Are the root of all my dependancies
And why you can't depend on me
Last night we argued whether it was
"Cham-ah-meal" or "Cham-ah-mile" tea
This morning I brewed you a cup of chai
So you wouldn't be mad at me
I never thought I'd be
The last one to leave here
Lost in the backroom
With the dust on my
Old band's gear
Trip over disappointment
As I make my way to the front door
Tell you I love you
Like I have one million times before
Hey shut the fuck up
I packed the last few of my things
And took one final look around
I ran my hands along the walls
Just before they crumbled down
I put the final box in the truck
Just before you asked if I'm doing alright
I said I would always be
As long as you were by my
Side