Always clearing my throat In the exact sound as my mother She drip-dried my raincoat That I took from my dad's brother This October will fill the Silverdome Swollen home Always smelling those burnt Plastic TV dinners After soccer practice we weren't so Hungry as beginners This October will explode the styrofoam Swollen home Birthdays next week will Make it all fast-forward So I press on your hot cheek till I'm in the apple orchard The cider mills of Rochester Hills Where I rewind And automatically Trace the static we'd find I'm tripping off you when I get that youth rush Sipping off you when I taste your toothbrush You were faceless in some weird dream that I had On the basis that I feared that you'd turned bad Empty Pontiac when the snows dust Save a place for you outside my lust Save a place for me when our homes bust