i hope they dream of you,
when I get done screaming at you,
and my conscience needs to heal.
in the backyard we meet.
we're young. i learn to throw this sympathy
til I get what i need.
now that we started to ache,
i throw out our regrets this way,
thinking that time will heal change.
time doesn't heal the mistakes we've made.
we drive over the bridge
til the lights spread over our heads,
and the stars begin to blend.
When we visit our homes
they are disasters we view from a far,
and wish them all away.
though they're gone, the memories stay.
And when I come home, I give up.
I give up on you.