Little drying flowers in tiny vases on the back your desk There's a photo of your niece with her face on your chest And you look happy And I don't know what we will do Here in the dark in your room And I am falling Such dim lights in the fireside tavern I look you in the eyes and tell you what I have in mind And you accept me And afterwards you're asking me Is it just that I think you're pretty Well you are but it's not just that It's that you were kind to me When I was so awkwardly standing Alone at the skatepark the Punk rock show going on as the Rain came down on their amps I had just spent the afternoon Drinking alone by the Charles Checking my phone cause I couldn't believe That my friend wasn't gonna get back to me Walking me back to Annie's in Somerville Was good at giving voice to feeling a mythical thrill And you're good at hard questions Like are you anxious and depressed I laughed and said how did you guess Cause I'm having a good day You were kind to me When I was just bouncing through cities Here for the week I felt shitty Don't get attached it's ok if It hurts to go back to the South got four more weeks of shows Then I'll fly out to the west coast But bear with me Visit me in Carolina And we'll share a few days