You had a basement apartment

We spent the days in the dark there

Everything implied and perfect

We made up our own secret language

With no word for goodbye



A Remington Rand on your birthday

Pages of games we've been playing

Letters of lost conversations

You never think that I'm listening

Are you listening now?



You're the center of the scenery

No matter where it's taken me

It doesn't change when I'm not there



I've got a suitcase and ticket

I know you can see through the patterns

Returning and leaving but outside

There's just so little that matters

I can't wait to just sit still



You invent for me a usefulness

And I've started getting used to it

What I miss when I'm not there

Another hope to die love song

You're going to get yours before to long

If you need me look to find me

Right here by your side



Little black dots on paper

Connected in your name

I float up off the sidewalk

See you through a window

Remember where to find me



You can tell me not to miss you

From now on you won't have to

If you need me look to find me

Right here by your side