I think I was drunk,
or nearly there for a while.
I don t remember everything I said,
but I remember your smile.
I don t remember what song was on
as we read the Missed Connections.
We laughed at the ads
and looked in different directions.
Well it s okay.
I was joking-
I didn t really mean it anyway.

No, it s okay. I don t think less of you,
couldn t if I wanted to.
We ll go our separate ways.
And I ll see you at the next show.
I ll smile and say hello,
but I ll try, I ll try to avoid you.
I buried the thoughts and tried not to notice.
I felt so healthy and I talked for so long.
No it s okay.
I was joking-
I didn t really mean it anyway.
It weighs on my conscience, it calls me.
They call me at 5am every morning.
Well if I knew how to hit,
if I threw the perfect fit,
I d tear it all off the walls.
And if I knew what you wanted,
I d call you.

There are haunted rooms in this house.
(well, you should know.)
They wrap me tight in the cold cold night when I,
when I go.
I m so sorry to leave.