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