[Verse 1]
Old trains on Haskell in Arcade
Sitting silent and strange
I let myself rust
I've shed a lot of water over you
The grass has gotten so flush
I let myself harp too much

[Chorus]
And I don't, I don't
I don't feel any closer to you here

[Verse 2]
I had a thought to make a charcoal trace of your grave
And hang it on my wall, merely for the sake of being sentimental of another time
Another place
Another life
It's easier to remember your face

[Chorus]
And I don't, I don't
I don't feel any closer to you here
It's easier to remember your face

[Chorus]
And I don't, I don't
I don't feel any closer to you here
It's the little triggers
[Bridge]
It's your bones we're done for
I'll leave them alone
You're not dreaming, I know
Empty eyes can't see me, I know

It's your bones we're done for
I'll drink to my own
I'll leave them alone
It's all getting old

Sometimes, I don't stop off of 54 to see you anymore
U143, a few rows back from that second tree
(Enamor me)
Sometimes, you'd say, "hey ugly"
When I'd walk into the room
"Even the wind is like you"
So be the rot in a plot but enamor me
Enamor me

[Chorus]
And I don't, I don't
I don't feel any closer to you here
It's easier to remember your face

[Chorus]
And I don't, I don't
I don't feel any closer to you here
It's the little triggers