The Pile

Those were early days I saw you in front of the Subway You weren't sleeping, and I had just started eating again Hope I find you after the big one And we're both on the same side of the San Andreas Fault Line You'll fold me paper, I'll see you later And we both know we'll be fine Find another song in some weird mode I hate it And you play it every single ride home To where you're things are green And your room is a mess but There's still room for me We should do something bout the pile And my complaints about the "wind down" are cheap and losing their ground I went to Texas I learned my lesson You were there when my plane touched down Oooh, still don't know the names for any birds Oooh, when I'm outside and I can't find the words there's you Feel like I might wake up soon And I'll be pleased that while I was sleeping, I somehow knew to choose you And there'll be more flames and there'll be heat waves and more reasons we should stay