I spent the weekends in the summer thinking of the nights we had in spring. I remember holding onto air and to the songs that sang to me. I was always thinking of the right words to say, but I messed up all the lines. I was always spinning 'round when the earth would stay. Now I'm certain I can find a way to change my life, or get things right with me. And when I couldn't sleep, I'd count the stars to figure out just where you are. Or where you're headed. I watch you shoot across the sky and fade away as quickly as you left my life. You made damn sure to leave my heart on the other side. And on my way home, I felt a fleeting love that grabbed the wheel and took me to the house where I was born. I put my head down on the stairs and I listened for your footsteps one last time, but I think they disappeared. You're still on my mind. Every day, all the time. I've got my back up against your bed. You've got your hands around my neck, and this mattress is our canvas where we spill our guts so we can stand this.