Molly walks along the sidewalk
Dragging personal things from her neighbors home
And she smiles to the all-business mailman
Who doesn
And heads on down delivering down the road
Molly thinks walking is like talking with your legs
And night is light turned inside out
And a dog is better than a friend when you have to
Drag a corpse down route 17
Waking up this morning, seeing signs that say its different
Used to never read the warnings, the fine print in our conversations
And I
last year in the past
And a feeling like I
Was a time when I thought you were a genius
You had the world figured out
Was a time when nothing could come between us
At least I was me in the end