As the flowers we set out for you slowly wilt
I am filled with the strangest feeling of guilt...

Joel's voice blasting through my speakers,
Tells me to hold on if I feel like letting go...

\"That, that is genius,\" you say before...
\"My god you\'re beautiful,\" you...

I set the box of empty memories
Down on your table...

Your eyes are so green, I used to tell you
That they were emeralds...

Remember when you had cooties?
Way back when I was shy...

Thrashing on the cold floor
Turning, Thrashing, Clawing...

Your pointed words
Slowly tear...

Absolutely nothing
Remember the days...