Mud

Even after you tracked mud in the living room

Trampled the flowers in the front lawn

I'm still glad that I got to see you

I'll flip the switches, off the lights you turned on

I'll replant the flowers for the attention

Try to find the divide between love and obsession

I'll never tell anyone the whole story

And you'll never tell anyone that you loved me

Simmer down all these years to a text

But you'll still show all my songs to the next

Was I just a bragging right?

I meant something to you, right?