As If

I knelt while you were building your throne

Did you make plans for leaving on your own?

Just give me one more spin of those cassettes now Can't Buy Me Love repeating

Every time I write our name down

Or I recite your number

Just as if you were alive

And your frame, and your frame

Still somehow holding itself together As if you were alive

At the beach we filled the Tipo with driftwood One day I trapped my fingers in the hood

The sting like when I didn't make the phone call It comes back every time I write our name down

Pressing notes into my right hand

I didn't dare to try and give them back Stealing history from the black sand

I didn't dare to try and put it back