I finally got round to picking up A book I told my father I would read When I was old enough Counting every eyelet on the boots that I wore Praying maybe somehow I would drag my feet up North And every smell of being twelve Like maple wood and chestnut shells Onion gra** and attic shelves That's how I remember you And oh, I remember well I'm haunted by the people Who keep their eyes on the ground we walk on Cause it takes us when we die I meant to tell you that every time I lie It's only cause I hate to be the one That makes you cry And every pair of underwear Is draped across the metal chair Hung to dry and I'm aware That's how I'll remember this But I don't think I care We swam across the ocean They told us we'd be fine I'm glad we came but I miss you all the time I know your heart is hurting And I would give you mine But I don't think you want it Cause it breaks all of the time Ancient homes, and cobbled stones We found them here where no one knows It isn't good to drink alone That's how I'll remember this Which only goes to show I'm counting every eyelet on the boots that I wore Praying maybe somehow I can drag my feet up North