I should’ve told you the truth

I was sitting in the stands

Whispering you name among the bands

The lyrics they were pouring through

From broken ear buds I saw you

The pain that you felt in your teeth

The way your bones had ached for me

I smelled the scent of clementines

Through gingham and home made wine

And some times you see me play

The scenarios I keep in my brain

The one I know if I disappeared

That you wouldn’t care or even hear

And I keep on singing your name

With all the songs the marching band plays

The stand are empty and you are gone

But the game oh it keeps going on

I wonder if it was even worth

All my love for all your hurt

I keep on changing my mind

Rewriting the limit of Father Time

Cause I know better than he does

The creases of you eyes filled with love

Only I see the pages I seek

The way that your soul fills with me

And maybe if he knew the song

Then he would whisper your name along

See what had intoxicated me

Getting posed in your memory

Of a broken boy and cracked cement

The morning air and sweet content

That I feel when I’m with you

All the bad things slipping through

The cracks that you make in your hands

While your hold back the band

And these notes keep on pouring through

As I’m singing out for you.