And even mountains come crashing down.

We will forget today and what we said

and the tilt of the grimace

which you pulled off your face

when you saw I was looking.

I can rewind my VHS tapes and watch them again

and recall what parts made you say what things

and how your hands fluttered up in frustration

when you couldn't hit that note

or think of the phrase

or remember to ask how your parents had been.

I asked, they're fine.

The times of we, they have been dissected

and pulled apart to pieces of pasta

digested and spit back out.

I feel like we're still speaking

over that dinner in the summer

or was it the spring

where you had on a funny color

and I was wearing socks.

I never wear socks.

You loved that orange cup

and I kept picking up pieces of lint from the bathroom floor.

I don't think those leaves were ever so green again.

I'm writing this song I said I would

I think I showed you one time

but you didn't know so much

back then.

We did this thing where you'd find something to think on

and maybe you remember, maybe you don't

I'd think with you, like it was osmosis of the minds

and you'd hand me a rubber band

and I'd show you the right keys to press

and we made lots of food

to eat, and think over

how much we loved how easy this was.

You told me, on the street, when my nails were blue,

in one manner or the next

that it had been slow shades of goodbye

peeling back and back and further yet,

down to the very quick, since we had met at first,

when I was on the lawn,

and my nails weren't actually painted at all.

We knew, I knew.

It was to wreck this pretty picture

that we made it in the first place.

There was the once, when your window got broken.

Sorry about that.

Well, you busted up my sidewalk anyways

and I spilled something on your shoes,

so I guess it evens out.

I'll leave you back there,

from when I knew you

and not as the cold stranger

who really I could call

but honestly could I?

When a mountain falls, it meant to.

it wants to stay down and sleep

too tired too sad to be a bright spot

for us to look at

and wonder about how it went from that to this.

You'll stay back there. I like you there.