Memories wrapped in paper Lost but not quite gone Lying waiting in some corner for me all along She warned me crazy is as crazy does I knew about the drama and the drugs But I loved the way she smiled at me, I loved the way she was So my heart would race with every midnight call We hit every midtown bar that we could crawl And here's the T-shirt from that one show when I kissed her and it all became so clear That year, this souvenir All summer long, we fought and then made up That wildness in her I could never trust But man, the mornings and her long brown back, it almost was enough So I held her as if it was gonna last Drank in every high, and braced for every crash And here's the note with all the things I meant To say once I got past the hurt and fear That year, this souvenir I moved on, and I'm sure she did too Moment's gone, still sometimes I get blue Was that old life the one that's true? The pictures framed, the postcards that I wrote Just sit around in boxes and grow old Still these little finds and small rewinds They're silver and they're gold One tear, that year This souvenir