My wall is painted white but scribbled black
With all the small town names of Ohio’s back.
And I remember back in school,
When you were getting high,
And we were sleeping in your basement
This could stand the test of time.
And I have all these memories
And all these bitter pains
And all these simple things
That I wish I could go and say
But I don’t feel like I get who you are anymore
And I don’t feel like I get who you are anymore

But we can stay like this for now.