What was it you said,

You were the type I’d soon forget …

I should not have believed you

Some mornings I still reach for you

Before opening my eyes

I forget the reasons, but I loved you once,

Remember …

 

things and flesh © Buffalo Spoon Records

Part of me is here, part of me is missing

Since the last time I saw you

You went, I stayed

Like the frame of a stolen painting left behind

Two winters, a fractured truth ago

But I can’t stay here any longer

The place knows too much

Two winters, a fractured truth ago

 

things and flesh © Buffalo Spoon Records