The first thing I remember you were walking away You were singing something gentle in the fade The next thing I remember I nearly pushed you off the stage I pretended not to be afraid I played the fool I played the drowning man I will play your h**ne I know the rules You wrote them on my veins I will play your h**ne I'm calling from the border of another nameless state I am sitting on the steps of our mistake I will bring you postcards of everything that's gray I will draw your smile on my slate I said I loved you I said I needed you but baby I was wrong Well that was Sunday And now it's Wednesday and I'm feeling strong Memory's a lover trying to tell you that she's late Memory's a silent second take She will drink the poison if you put it in your cup She will touch your eyes and never stop