the luminous arch of a lover's shoulder
backlit by the moon
the sudden shock of too loud laughter
like a forgotten favorite tune
if i dont ever think about these things again
oh it would be too soon

A knowing ache,
of clawmarks on your back, and no one can recall
the hours spent out on your front porch
doing nothing, nothing, nothing at all, yeah

if i can somehow lose all memory of these things
oh i wouldn't mind at all at all at all
cause its the first anniversary of your last phonecall
i can never
think about these things again

The pressure of breasts against the rib cage
as we huddled against the cold
the smell of your sheets
as we drifted off to sleep
burying down the folds?

if i had just one wish, i know what it would be
i would be left alone, alone, alone
cause its the first anniversary of your last phonecall
and sometimes i really amaze myself, yeah yeah
well its the first anniversary of your last phonecall
i'll never think about these things again

its not the way its supposed to be
i can't think about these things forever
so i go back, back into my bed,
get out, move on, i close my eyes
and drift away, ?????

well its the first anniversary
of your last phonecall
i can never think about these things again
well its the first anniversary
of your last phonecall
i can never think about these things again