You kissed me in the middle of the house of god We fell asleep before I could turn the lights off The next time I was clenching my fist Hold a grudge for the chances I missed The love you want me to describe is something I don't trust Something I don't know from the inside Standing back a mile away, you stay a faint idea of it A faint old memory Where you're trying to go you don't need me Still keep the pictures in the back of my head Still have the same shirts, the same regrets I used to think you didn't miss me much I used to want you, now I'm happy for us It's a story that I tell myself sometimes A picture of an alternate timeline Remember cutoff shorts and broken single speeds Chart the hills of the city I'm climbing You won't recognize me