Text: Lawrence Arms. The Greatest Story Ever Told. A Wishful Puppeteer.

i haven't seen you since that brooklyn night
i guess it's been about a year by now
cold and rainy, in a poets words
dark and crimson in a drunken way
i was frozen in a window pane
kind of like i was on a movie screen
your hair was darker than i remembered it
i was as awkward as i could have been
so much has changed it seems
nothing ever changes
i found a way to wear a thousand different faces

time creeps into my dreams
breathe deep
fill your lungs with me

headaches, stalemates
chest names, i'm trembling
ink stains, text to burn
am i leaving, am i leaving
i found your face
in my dreams the last two nights
what are you doing here
what am i singing for
a window setup groaning to the clutch
the clutch has always been right there for him
i'm sorry i'm pushing her away
i'm dark and crimson in a drunken sway
i'm dark and crimson in a drunken sway
so much has changed it seems
nothing ever changes