I know you knew
I never wanted you to sleep out on that broken spring sofa
In a musty house of unshaved boys and stale pingpong beer
Your old guitar in the trunk of your beat up baby
All I ever wanted screaming someday songs in the fast lane up route one
Take me down, honey, tear me up
Tunnel this tree to hollow then light me a way
Forgot your goodbyes that morning but still left a letter
Didn’t say much but I tried so hard to pencil it in
Anyways, always were stealing my sketchpads, my charcoals, my heart,
Does it really take your telescope to see?