So I took my dirty clothes and let them mold in a bag for the hours they’d ride up the coast towards home by the bay.
So I let my dirty clothes to mold in a bag for the hours ride up the coast towards home.
So I let my clothes mold for the hours along the coast homeward.
So my clothes rot ‘long the coast homeward.
Days go and these rooms empty as my friends leave and go to fill other rooms that were lonely before and it seems it shouldn’t ever end.
Days empty these rooms while friends fill other’s lonesome, it shouldn’t ever end.
Days empty friends from lonesome room to room, ours should’ve gone on.
Days give my friends to a lonesome room.
They write about good times and bad times like these and make good points about where we’ve come and where we’ll be and I feel nothing at all because it couldn’t be ending like they say.
They say good things about goodbyes and about how they’ve got hello-agains, and I’d be fine with neither coming or going.
They say goodbyes have hello-agains, whatever.
We say goodbyes for hellos.
This year I’ll remember the girl by the song, I’ll remember myself by how bad the heartbreak lasted, I’ll remember those different fiery joys by how good my body looked in the mirror and I’ll remember my kindness by what liquor I wanted.
I’ll remember: the girl by the song, myself by how long the heartbreak lasted, my joys by my body in the mirror, my innocence by my liquor taste.
I’ll remember: the girl by the song, me by the heartbreak, joy by my reflection, youth by my liquor taste.
Tomorrow by yesterday, girl by song, me by heartbreak, joy by reflection, youth by liquor.
Days give my friends to a lonesome room. We say goodbyes for hellos. Tomorrow by yesterday, girl by song, me by heartbreak, joy by reflection, youth by liqour. So my clothes rot ‘long the coast homeward.
Today by tomorrow, tomorrow by Yesterday. These clothes rot ‘long homeward coast.