Testo Hum

From the basement where we first talked,
to the ride home
?with the kids we barely knew, ?
you left a permanent scar.??

Memories are taped on our walls,?
hung as a reminder.?
How easy it could be, when we weren't growing apart.

??I'm always talking in circles,
?I always think until I can't sleep.??

We always want what is kept from us. ?
Well maybe I am the liar,?
and there is nothing that is left for us.?
You are a permanent scar.??

I'm always talking in circles, ?
I always think until I can't sleep.??

You are the leaves at my feet.
?You are the hum of electric heat. ?I kept myself away,?
but I'm starting to like the pain.