Sooner or later more,

These words to paper pour.

Compose apologies, To bring you back to me.

What words were written for…

One girl whose pages tore.

I’ll bet you never knew, With a letter came a fool for you.

She says she’d worked it out,

This room’s not big enough for two.

He swears she’d work his words out, If she ever knew.

How do I find her, Bearing my heart in hand.

Last winter, Anne Arbour Was all I had.

I still wear your heart around my throat

I still wear your heart around my throat

With barely the air not to choke.

Never, not ever again.

I finally replaced every promise you’ve taken away.

Now that it’s over, I’m older and colder this way.

I finally replaced every promise you’ve taken away.

How do I find her, Bearing my heart in my hand.

Last winter, Anne Arbour was all I had