Pickets

Had a plan where you would visit

Hop the fence with missing pickets

Makes me sad, but I don't wish it now

If I could write a better song

Then he'd come back from being gone

God, it sounds romantic, but the logic's fucking flawed

Unencumbered on the train

'Cause I know all the station names

In order, but I'll list them just to check

Goes Newark to Secaucus and

Your shoulder underneath my hand

Man, I could have called it, panning out so bad again

If you say sorry, I'll ask what you mean

How casual and cool of me

Just the way I practiced, but I'm chattering my teeth

When I see you, say nice things

And nod to show I'm listening

Can't predict the feeling, but I bet I'll be mixed up

So gesture for a final light

And state the stillness of the night

Little lost and little gained when he goes back inside

If you say sorry, I'll ask what you mean

How casual and cool of me

Just the way I practiced, but I'm chattering my teeth

Or don't say sorry, and we won't discuss

How casual and cool of us

Like it even matters 'cause it'd never be enough