Scrimmage from Madrigal by Equipment

Were you sick of me
Before you went to leave?
Were you hiding it,
Thought that I couldn't see

How wrong it was,
How long it had dragged on

Were you over it by
Month 7 or month 8?
Could've ended things,
You found it best to wait

Until we slipped from heights
We once stood on

There were hundreds of photos from the year
I memorized them all, thought I was in the clear

But I haven't seen this one before
And we're already back to my eyes on the floor
Projecting a different time against the planks
The pictures help fill in the blanks

What was wrong with me
That made the river change
From effervescent drift to
Rapids in the rain?

Should I have taken notes along the way?

And when you love again
Will it be the same?
Will it be for real
Unlike our little game?

A practice run, a scrimmage; just moving chains

There were hundreds of photos from the year
I memorized them all, thought I was in the clear
There were hundreds of photos from the year

But I haven't seen this one before
And we're already back to my eyes on the floor
Projecting a different time against the planks
The pictures help fill in the blanks

• Pop Punk
• Punk
• alternative rock
• bummer
• emo
• indie rock
• Toledo