My stomach ache subsides We draw open the blinds into other people's lives I placed your paintings in a box and read the poem about the poem about the moths Love has crushed our bodies flat We fit like tectonic plates Your edges are mine I live in your shape even when you're alway always You've disappeared in a fuzz a flock of birds where a person once was I don't believe in signs but when i said goodbye it rained for several nights but i'm still trying to be still and do the things you taught me cause i told you i will You will finally find a therapist and I will put this album out I promise you that we will have the best lives our lives our lives are to die for You've disappeared in a fuzz a flock of birds where a person once was (SAM!)

Wind howls through the caves in Mt.Itoi and I think it would be nice if you were there with me If you were, I could talk the ears off an elephant about the intricacies of what we see in front of us on the box TV Not every line's a one-two punch Most of them aren't even worthwhile So spill your body into mine and steam will hiss out of our mouths These dying days don't go away They'll milk the words from you and I, it's impossible to write Sitting alone emulating Mother 1 In the dark blue and beige run away when the last Starman comes I know you're not one to find these things fun but if you'd split my image you'd almost look comfortable Red robots blast to smithereens and melodies hum from the corpse as we're examining the wreckage Demolished Eve will move no more Every day gets old I don't feel whole Without you tangling my wires, it's impossible to write Henderson Park On my training wheels When I'm with you I can recall the way fun used to feel Our punk phase Egg whites in our hair You threw your strangling hands around me Made those bags under my eyes disappear Cause dreams aren't real but if they were I would have held you a thousand times before today

I would mourn no lover if I turned into a kingfisher and sprouted wings we could resume our halcyon days Somehow I'm still anxious Maybe people move at different speeds When your lips twitch I can't tell if you'll talk to me Your hair frames your face nicely whether it's dark brown or black or blonde or short or long or not grown out to what you want I blink and we're aging My brother's face is losing baby fat His hair's grown out, it looks like mine now that he parts it in the middle And it's been a rough year I hit the water hard You look happy and alive out on the beach and in one piece One man and two beaks Wind howls through the caves in Mt. Itoi And I think it would be nice if you were here with me And it's been a rough year I hit the water hard You look happy and alive out on the beach and in one piece it's him and not me Sometimes I wish you'd show up on my doorstep in the witching hours Like we both were wrong as you collapse into my arms But dreams only last minutes Someday we'll both wake up six feet tall Then we'll pretend your curls were never gone at all And it's been a rough year I hit the water hard You look happy and alive out on the beach and in one piece One man and two beaks

Last night I had a dream I hadn't dreamt in years Driving down a bridge that ended in the middle of the sea My girl makes me feel as pretty as her as Chinatown slips by, by the steps of the Orthodox Church Someday we could feel at home in our own bodies and we'd be just as warm with our winter jackets off I feel naked when we touch I see It's cold enough outside to see our breaths and how they collide in tiny little clouds between us And I think that maybe I'm just lucky we both live here and it's not all that bad the sea's so far away Maybe Maybe Edmonton could be like now but always That's Eternity! Someday we could feel at home in our own bodies and we'd be just as warm with our winter jackets off I feel naked when we touch

Same old sand Same old song I keep reprising the same old song Same old chords may be wrong One day I'll place them where they belong Inshallah I trust you and I trust me Every breath proves that I believe

Our last couple days as kids Kind of fell off a cliff and I think that it's unfair Thinking won't change a thing Cause when I read to you from home Novels over the phone I worry that I can't cope and it'll only get worse Oh when you're alone with me and when you're alone without Still hugging our pillows tight and tonguing the cuts left in our mouths Cause maybe we'll grow apart and out of our childhood woes or maybe we'll lose our minds confined to our childhood homes The skies are so blue in fall even though they dim at five But I took the brightest walks down 85th to see you smile Beaming from your front porch with trays of what you've just baked We broke up two months ago I've still got leftover cake I will close the freezer drawer and act like I didn't see a token of your good faith evidence you still get to me Cause every time that I sit stil I start to default to then and then I'm a child again asleep in your sofa bed I'm home from a day at work I heat up a kidney pie My penchant for frozen goods is starting to get unwise And I finished the cake with tea and wiped the crumbs off my mouth If I wait long enough I'll find new things to think about someday We could feel at home in our own bodies And we'd be just as warm with our winter jackets off by the fire in our own homes, alone So if our last couple days as kids Sting when I reminisce It's only to justify the fact that we still exist

Waking up in a place where you are safe from me You're so pretty when you're fading away from me Quick to judge those hours that you spent in bed I won't address how that's better than my swelled head Cause I've been having pretty awful dreams I shake off the sedatives, my sister starts to shriek What the hell does it mean The meaning's up to me I guess the meaning's up to me Rest in peace to the greatest band that never was I pity the planet that never heard of us It's not your fault We fucked with what's intangible Your hungry man was a starved autocannibal It must be strange to pick apart these tunes and realize that the lyrics mention things we meant to do Sammy is that true? I'll leave that up to you I guess the meaning's up to you Here's something I'm embarrassed to say A couple months after we split I tried to learn to skate and I wasn't great I couldn't get it to go straight Waking up in a place where you are safe from me You're so pretty when you're fading away from me Just twisted tongues Just memories can understand Just negative spaces and places to place our hands Reminds me how I met a friend of mine The way that he was sobbing right into his curly fries Right guy, wrong time Wrong by design Whether it's the name of our band or a skateboard trick or an outdated term for surgery I guess words are just words and the meaning's up to me And I don't skate anymore