I think it's time to wear that blue coat again
The one that I haven't touched
Since you left
I'm putting all the weight back on
And I'm just wasting time when all I want is
To be back in my old skin
I let it drape across my shoulders
Lavender spurts from the seams
It's a shame you smelled so good
Maybe I should get it cleaned
But I'll sit here for a while
Feeling awful grown
Tracing figure 8s
In the crumbs down at my feet
I'll blow the dust off of the records
I'll play them now and love them better
I'll trace your name
I wrote in the margins of my book
Laugh it off because when you're young
You jump without taking a second look
But when you collect your bearings
And climb up from the ground
You can still hold on to
The good that you found
The eye of the storm
Can still be warm enough for flowers to grow
I can still put them on my mantel
Although the wind battered everything else
And I watched you go
Maybe you're the villain in the story of my life
But I'm only 22
So who am I to say
Maybe I'm the villain in the story of your life
It's probably for the best we won't talk again
Last night I reread the letter I wrote you
The last good one I sent
I still stand by it
Last week your friend brought you up
Tomorrow I'll ask him not to say your name again
