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Fifteen years from tonight you have to make a decision |
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The greatest love of your life |
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Is gonna call during dinner... |
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From the home of the girl that he's living with now |
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And the guilt he'll say is killing him |
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He's wilted in the middle and |
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He knows how bad he acted |
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Knows he can't have you back |
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But the fact is he can't be happy when you're angry |
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And you're so angry, he says you stayed so mad |
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And he heard it on the street that |
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You moved back in with your dad |
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You were drinking something awful |
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And that makes him sad |
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Then he says it's good to hear your voice again |
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And that it's hard to ask it, |
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But he's calling with a question |
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He's been working real hard, he's trying to make a new start |
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An honest to god fresh beginning |
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So maybe you could try to finally find it in your heart |
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To forgive him |
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You've already been here before |
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You already know where it goes |
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You chose this, you know it's supposed to be over |
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You've been here before |
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You already know where it goes |
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You chose this, you know it's supposed to be over |
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He hung up the phone, you listened to the dial tone |
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And you stared at the stove until the beeping started |
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You read some love letters some threats |
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And some you couldn't tell apart |
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That you keep under the bed at the apartment |
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And then you did what he asked you to do |
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You opened your heart up |
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Right there on a napkin on the carpet |
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And part of it was frostbit |
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But you've always been a smart kid |
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Could still distinguish, the blood black as pitch |
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Valves had gone stiff, veins and scar tissue |
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Four chambers just a standard issue |
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But none had room, forgiveness is huge |
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And you had two full of ice water |
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One fulla salt, one packed with coal |
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Eager and ready and willing to find fault |
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You've already been here before |
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You already know where it goes |
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You chose this, you know it's supposed to be over |
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You've been here before |
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You already know where it goes |
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You chose this, you know it's supposed to be over |
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Then with your heart in your lap |
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And your head in your hands, suddenly you had a plan |
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Wrap the mess in newspaper |
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Headed west on Hennepin, |
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Heavy with a huge favor for a kid that just turned ten |
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A flat-chested, gap-toothed girl |
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Was the best that I've been so far |
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And now I'm too big to forgive him |
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I need just a moment with me, |
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A moment when I was still little |
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I used to sing on the roof outside my windowsill |
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And I came hoping some ghost of me would be here still |
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And here you are, stick figure and a busted grin |
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Still ignorant of all the trouble I'ma get us in |
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Hoping we could trade, just for tonight |
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Like I could borrow your heart |
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And I could leave you mine |
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It's not much for collateral, tattered and battle-scared |
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But I can promise you solemn |
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That I will be back for it tomorrow |
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I only need yours this evening |
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So I can call an old friend |
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And I can tell him |
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That we're finally even, |
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That we're finally even |
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You chose this, you know it's suppose to be over |
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I've been here before |
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And I already know where it goes |
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You chose this, you know it's suppose to be over |
