Even after the war you showed up
Said you wanted new problems
What's that?
I've had all mine for such a long time
You handled me well for the first time
When I painted your cruel lover
How come?
Was it just to make me feel like a child?
Wrote all my worst fears down when I conjured you
So you wanna be like me, an artist
Going 70 cross country
How long does it take to learn it's all cursed?
The shadows that told us to go west
To be held by the radio towers
Lit up like a California forest fire
Your worst half still haunts me when I'm weak
But you were right about one thing
Couldn't have made it this far without you
You were right about one thing
She might have been a poet
But she knows i'm the poet you chose
That's why she had to read me all her sad lines
Now that our story is over
Got yourself a kind love and I hope this one
Can keep your fire alive
Hope she doesn't burn quite like I do
Wrote all my worst fears when I conjured you
But you were right about one thing
Couldn't have made it this far without you
You were right about one thing