A Tangle Of Blonde Paroles

everything changed the day you left

i packed up a trunk, pitched a tent in your steps

and held my breath the day you left



everything bleeds if you poke it too hard

we buried the cat in your grandmother's yard



and had our wake for old time's sake

this isn't what i was trying to do

climb out from the cold and up to your room

oh, god, saved the best for last



a stone-colored face on a matchbook engraved

we moved all our stuff to anew



and had our wake for old time's sake

this isn't what i was trying to do

climb out from the cold and up to your room

oh, god, saved the best



heaven knows what we were trying to prove

when we crept from the house and climbed up to the roof

oh, god, please make this quick.