I've gotten so far, on bad news Holding on to repertoires of songs I Used to sing to you These bruises lace my shins From drinking with my indian friends I didn't always look like shit Your camera phone was evidence of this
Play it closer, to me Closer and closer Again
I've gotten so far, on my shoes Holding on to battle scars and cuts Below the knees I got from you These bruises are my friends We drink sing about are ex girlfriends I didn't always feel like shit My memory was evidence we kissed
