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I put on that sweater you gave me I woke up in the kitchen a few minutes later I didn't know how I had gotten there Did you guide me? I didn't make it to your funeral I didn't want ritual nor resignment I just wanted to hold hands with J.P. and Mary Jo But I couldn't conjure tears We're too good for stupid angels Blackness held its breath beside me And burned the air 'til it was gone 'Til it was gone, 'til it was gone Ooh, ooh-ah Ooh Couldn't pay my respects to a dead man Your life was much more to me And I chased away with sticks and stones But that rage kept followin' me Followin' me, mmm Followin' me So lost, I would sleep in the palms of your hands In dreams we were happy and safe I can't comprehend the ways I that miss you They come to light in my mistakes In my mistakes, mmm In my mistakes, mmm Now I'm driving down Tacoma way And the world turns in slow motion It's the twilight of our old home And I'm still in love with you Oh here on South Tacoma way We've memories for matinées And the tears come warm and heavy And the cross streets bear your name Oh, the cross streets bear your name |