A Tangle of Blonde lyrics

everything changed the day you left i packed up a trunk, pitched a tent in your steps and held my breath the day you left everything bleeds if you poke it too hard we buried the cat in your grandmother's yard and had our wake for old time's sake this isn't what i was trying to do climb out from the cold and up to your room oh, god, saved the best for last a stone-colored face on a matchbook engraved we moved all our stuff to anew and had our wake for old time's sake this isn't what i was trying to do climb out from the cold and up to your room oh, god, saved the best heaven knows what we were trying to prove when we crept from the house and climbed up to the roof oh, god, please make this quick.