The document is a song about a breakup. In three verses, it describes the singer's emotions of shaking, crying and waking alone after their partner left in the middle of the night, leaving only a post-it note. The chorus finds the singer laying with their partner in a car, which became their bed for the night, but in the morning their partner was gone. The breakdown details how the singer now wears the memory of their partner, who admitted having cancer that morning before disappearing, like a badge of their regrets over the relationship.
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dead like the battery in an old car, no matter of how grand the memories of the fresh paint days!
The document is a song about a breakup. In three verses, it describes the singer's emotions of shaking, crying and waking alone after their partner left in the middle of the night, leaving only a post-it note. The chorus finds the singer laying with their partner in a car, which became their bed for the night, but in the morning their partner was gone. The breakdown details how the singer now wears the memory of their partner, who admitted having cancer that morning before disappearing, like a badge of their regrets over the relationship.
The document is a song about a breakup. In three verses, it describes the singer's emotions of shaking, crying and waking alone after their partner left in the middle of the night, leaving only a post-it note. The chorus finds the singer laying with their partner in a car, which became their bed for the night, but in the morning their partner was gone. The breakdown details how the singer now wears the memory of their partner, who admitted having cancer that morning before disappearing, like a badge of their regrets over the relationship.
By the river and alone tonight She wraps her tears in garnets Wears them like a badge of What she hides from when She’s got nothing left in… side
(Left-chorus)
We’re stealing the light from this moon
Ever desperately smiling like some goons And I’ve my hand upon your thigh Laid us down this car became our bed-goodbye But when the morning came you were gone And the car is battered dead bomb Just a post it note exclaiming Shaking - crying - waking - dying Left me nothing else but the somber That laid us down, this car became Our best bed good-bye
(Right-breakdown)
Wincing dancer admitting Cancer
By this morning’s smell, you were gone Left nothing but this tired old song Replaying itself… like a memory clumsy off the wall… I now wear it like a badge Of no regrets, yes regretful
And that’s when it all hit me
You never listen to me write You never heard my sighs at night You never notice how happy I was In the morning come, now that you are… gone By David Powers November 10, 2009