I love to wait.
I love girls with ex-boyfriends that they aren't really over.
and I love new mexico.
I love places I've never been. 
I love the idea of places I'll never go.

so I’m swing like a fist fight
concrete-colored basement,
alright, alright,
let's keep this clean,
as clean as you’d like.
and it probably won’t get easier, just easier to hide.
prepare for an aching the rest of your life.

I’m playing dead,
I faked my death and I’ll keep pretending 
if nothing else for the sake of the tradition. 
And I am confident 
even if it makes no sense.
I will say "I love you" back to the love that I am given.