Scribbled vows on a torn sheet
Of paper we took from a diner near Ballona Creek
The ink pilled words that were stuck within
We swore to each other we'd be there
Through thick and thin
But I'd wish that I had know
Given how close we've grown
That I'd be
Shaken up down the marrow in my bones but
I know that, I know that
The place we call our home
Seemed to be made of stone, like there was
Coats of paint where the city dimly shown but
Broke vows written clean and neat
I've cured the distance between you and me
(I know that)
But time is a healer
Or so we've heard
(But I wish that I had know
Given how close we've grown
That I'd be)
But this paper traps nostalgia
And stolen words
(Shaken up, down to the marrow in my bones, but)
I've seen the bluest skies
And the deepest seas
I've live, and loved, and fought
And was brought to my knees
Drove up and down the coast
When I knew
Still, there was nothing I could do
To save you
Because I am falling