This loose fitting collar and the pattern of this shirt, I'll start with the end so I don't lose you. I'm probably too young to write this, you're probably too old to read by now, but just for your sleep I had a foreground part. I was there in the play that you plagued with sin. Because your dad never cared? Or they called you names?

I'll never know. So you turned to the excuse in the bottle, you let them in. If you think I wasn't there, or wasn't my time, well part of me won't go away. And I can still recite every color that house had to offer every time. I was older than you thought. Twenty years may seem so long but I still recall every move you made from the backyard. Like I don't have ears to hear discomfort or fear?

Look, I don't know details, but I've got memories. And it’s for the best that you’ll never know. She wants this finished, always forgiving, but there was a time when I hoped that you got yours. Anyways, I deal with someone that you've ignored.

Grab my arm we can go. They don't know how they ruined you and I. Take it back, take that back, take it back. He's too young to hear this.

There was a time and I remember the jacket, and in there's a memory of the three of us starting on our own. Did you do your best? Well you did the best, and I can’t blame you for your reason. While you shared your awkward cup of coffee, I'd be counting airplanes and power lines over hushed lies. I can't hear them. But they're watching me grow. And find out.

Grab my arm we can go. They don't know how they ruined you and I. Take it back, take that back, take it back. He's too young to hear this. There was a time and I remember the jacket, and in there's a memory of the three of us starting on our own. Did you do your best? Well you did the best, and I can’t blame you for your reason.