Tonight I'm having trouble making notes
Pushing the cool, dusty oxygen
Around my room and back into my throat
Oh, it's because these lines have occupied my time
Painting pale, white cheeks and grays hanging above your brow
The perfect portrait of how I remember you now
So I'll say it out loud
When the smoke clears, our new year will sound
Amidst the memories you've left around
So it's TV, some coffee and cream
A tendency towards nicotine
And anecdotes that fray at the seam
We're left discussing the outcomes of what this means
I'm thinking out loud
When the smoke clears, our new year will sound
If I describe this to the younger you
You would be proud
Amidst the memories you've left around
We're amidst the memories you've left around
Amidst the memories you've left around
So tonight, I'm packing light and driving home
I promise not to speed for you
And me, I've still got a lot to get done
And I'll try to be a better me
I know it's a simple kind of tribute
But it's the way you would have wanted it to be
A simple kind of tribute
But the way you would have wanted
A simple kind of tribute
But the way you would have wanted
A simple kind of tribute
But the way you would have wanted it to be