Tim sold the house on Elm
Made a mint and bailed
Rotted to the studs, now leveled to the ground
There's a frat there on the land
Where the nightmare used to stand
Meant nothing way back then, means less than nothing now
Maybe that's a lie
Or maybe just a line
From a song we used to sing about that time back in that time
It never was the house
It never was the city
The shows, the bars, the band, or the silly makeshift movies
It was the kisses on the lips
The fighting over driving
The laughing at the dumbest things and the sunup after parties
Played Funeral in my room
Walked the first time through
Somehow that felt right, I could never explain why
The Reminder scored the highs
The sweaty, sleepless nights
The power on and off again, the 7UP and gin
I don't ever miss those days
Because we were doing nothing anyway
It felt good and we loved it but there wasn't any substance
It never was the house
It never was the city
The shows, the bars, the band, or the silly makeshift movies
It was the kisses on the lips
The fighting over driving
The laughing at the dumbest things, and the thrilled to be surviving
Somehow we got decent
Built up from the wreckage
All doing something useful
On the right side of neutral
Everyone's gone but Jake and me
Even after I tried to leave
I feel closer now to everybody
And it's nothing with proximity
Everyone in Oregon
Cool and wet and cool again
My LA loves out in the sun
Warm enough for all of us
My favorite family in KC
Bring those babies down to see me
I want to see everyone all the time
And I can't
And it's fine
But it's not sometimes
Five more years gone
Alone again at thirty-three
And it hurts some nights
But it's nobody's problem but mine