As I walk on the face
Impressed by the way I didn’t fold
I’m messed by the vain idea
That if time holds no weight
In the car from the rain
I won’t cut the brakes

As I talk at the space
Left by the days
I’d slowly erased
(I’d burned down the pain museum)
Oh you won’t corner me
I’ve come for the faint hope
You’ll concede
Step on my face now

It’s hard to be around her
I bet it’s hard to be down lots
But it’s hard when our love
Hardly amounts to much

(holding me down, lo...)

As I cross off the dates
Reset by the pace you’d dissolved
I’m met by the souvenirs
That I thought I’d misplaced
They’re addressed in your name
But alone
They’re a waste