remember what you always told me?
you think that pavement is a way to get your knees skinned
you sorry thing, there's always a way to get your knees skinned

the unregistered burns of unmittened hands
the slow thaw, role call, patterned beats and birds
the door turns in with spokes on a drum
and the chalk on the sidewalk, hurriedly sung

i guess i always wanted to believe that there could be
a mass appeal to my fictional math

and when I finally fell asleep late last night
i dreamt of all the parties that we crashed in '09
and i saw you there, and i was there too,and everyone we knew,
but then i woke up and realized it wasn't true

remember what you always told me?
you think that pavement is a way to get your knees skinned
you sorry thing, there's always a way to get your knees skinned