Absolute Balance

So, make of this what you will

So many little shots in the dark

The same record, the same shoes

And a smile that almost broke yr heart

Yeh, I'm all for local history

The three things I remember

Her pasta was shit, she left with a CD still playing

And you, you always threw yr arms around me in yr sleep!

Break hard!

Every breath that showed

Every step I missed

I'm bound to make it brighter

I remember that night clearer now

I turned up, why the hell are we drinkin' up?

Holding hands and losing touch

I said it, I said it, I said it

Now I'm walking away!