if i talked a little less
about the dirt floating 'round in my head
well, i'm sure that today
i'd still have some of it left
but i done talked too much
and i done thought too much
and now i can't recall
now i can't recall
who i was
when you said you were gonna leave
and it would be the best things for me
you sounded sweet on the phone
i bet your eyes looked a little bit empty
'cause you done talked too much
and you done thought too much
and now you can't recall
now you can't recall
any good about us
but i remember every fever
and every morning after
with the birdsong drifting slowly
from somewhere up in the rafters
why don't you remember me?
why don't you remember me?
oh, my darling, you look different
like something key's gone missing
and you tear up when i touch you
and when i whisper you don't listen
you say we've talked enough
and that we've lost enough
and there's nothing left to break
look, now there's nothing left to break
not sure there ever was
credits
from California (Decreation),
track released December 14, 2010
Sean Hood - Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Bass & Vocals
Erika Pipkin - Violin & Vocals
Meg Freitag - Vocals
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