| The soft ache of a phantom limb |
| Came upon me again |
| And in a burst of benzo |
| Crawled up under my skin |
| The soft ache of your name… |
| Last night I dreamt I was dying |
| And the liquor just made me sicker |
| Under the strobe |
| You came out of the past |
| Rolled in like a river |
| Boring a hole through my ozone layer |
| Out of the past, dripping like a dog in the moonlight |
| Or the absence of love |
| But, gurl, I would John Wall this club to the ground |
| If it’d burn you memory down |
| Hey, mama |
| I miss you, that’s all |
| It only happens when the moon’s this full |
| Or when the rain falls hard as new year’s bullets |
| And the sky is red |
| When I imagine it, it’s so |
| Cruel and uncomplicated |
| I’m gonna be lonesome when I don’t know you anymore |
| Will you unglue when I am just |
| A piece of the past? |
| And does it ever end? |
| Of course it does |
| It did |
| But I could not imagine it, my love |
| Us being strangers |
| In a gentle wisp, the ghost then fades |
| Into something like 'time' |
| Forgive me |
| I am unsure of my mind |
| The soft ache and the moon |
| Suppose I say to you, 'Brooklyn' |
| 'Encinitas' |
| Or 'endless summer' |
| We couldn’t know… |
| Then you come out of the past |
| Roll in like a river |
| Boring a hole through my ozone layer |
| But it’s alright |
| I forever reside in my mind |
| Yes, all the time |
| In the land where you love me |
| When you thought I would take Manhattan |
| Like a muppet |
| Hey, mama |
| We lost it, that’s all |
| It started fading on the beach that fall |
| Before it blew apart like the princesses planet |
| My empty head |
| Could not imagine we could be so |
| Cruel and uncomplicated |
| Cruel and uncomplicated |
| Cruel and uncomplicated |