everything changed the day you left
i packed up a trunk, pitched a tent in your steps
and held my breath the day you left

everything bleeds if you poke it too hard
we buried the cat in your grandmother's yard

and had our wake for old time's sake
this isn't what i was trying to do
climb out from the cold and up to your room
oh, god, saved the best for last

a stone-colored face on a matchbook engraved
we moved all our stuff to anew

and had our wake for old time's sake
this isn't what i was trying to do
climb out from the cold and up to your room
oh, god, saved the best

heaven knows what we were trying to prove
when we crept from the house and climbed up to the roof
oh, god, please make this quick.