Hum

	From the basement where we first talked,
	to the ride home
	with the kids we barely knew,
	you left a permanent scar.
	Memories are taped on our walls,
	hung as a reminder.
	How easy it could be,
	when we weren’t growing apart.
	I’m always talking in circles,
	I always think until I can’t sleep.
	We always want what is kept from us.
	Well maybe I am the liar,
	and there is nothing that is left for us.
	You are a permanent scar.
	I'm always talking in circles,
	I always think until I can't sleep.
	You are the leaves at my feet.
	You are the hum of electric heat.
	I kept myself away,
	but I’m starting to like the pain.

	From the basement where we first talked,
	to the ride home
	with the kids we barely knew,
	you left a permanent scar.
	Memories are taped on our walls,
	hung as a reminder.
	How easy it could be,
	when we weren' t growing apart.
	I' m always talking in circles,
	I always think until I can' t sleep.
	We always want what is kept from us.
	Well maybe I am the liar,
	and there is nothing that is left for us.
	You are a permanent scar.
	I' m always talking in circles,
	I always think until I can' t sleep.
	You are the leaves at my feet.
	You are the hum of electric heat.
	I kept myself away,
	but I' m starting to like the pain.