the luminous arch of a lover's shoulder backlit by the moon the sudden shock of too loud laughter like a forgotten favorite tune if i dont ever think about these things again oh it would be too soon
A knowing ache, of clawmarks on your back, and no one can recall the hours spent out on your front porch doing nothing, nothing, nothing at all, yeah
if i can somehow lose all memory of these things oh i wouldn't mind at all at all at all cause its the first anniversary of your last phonecall i can never think about these things again
The pressure of breasts against the rib cage as we huddled against the cold the smell of your sheets as we drifted off to sleep burying down the folds?
if i had just one wish, i know what it would be i would be left alone, alone, alone cause its the first anniversary of your last phonecall and sometimes i really amaze myself, yeah yeah well its the first anniversary of your last phonecall i'll never think about these things again
its not the way its supposed to be i can't think about these things forever so i go back, back into my bed, get out, move on, i close my eyes and drift away, ?????
well its the first anniversary of your last phonecall i can never think about these things again well its the first anniversary of your last phonecall i can never think about these things again