I tell myself sometimes that it happens as it should
Comforting words to hide behind
You used to look down on the songs they would write
But you wrote one
The look in your eyes as you walked down the stairs
Fifteen minutes to go
I drove two hours just to cry on stage
You thought that you were kind
It didn't take you long and you had to turn back
Just to explain yourself
Meanwhile I've broken this town in
Grassed in the garden that you dug.