SO NOW I'M DRIVING PAST THE LAST PLACE THAT YOU STAYED
I ARRIVED TO SAY GOODBYE BUT I SHOWED UP TOO LATE
IT DOESN'T MATTER THAT WE NEVER GOT TOO CLOSE
CAUSE ALL YOUR ACID WIT IS TICKLING MY THROAT

THE DEVIL WON
THE FIGHT IS DONE
WE PUT YOUR PICTURE IN A FRAME AND THEN MOVE ON
IT STILL FEELS WRONG
THAT YOU ARE GONE
AND ALL THAT'S LEFT HERE IS SOME MEMORIES AND SONGS

SOMETIMES WHEN IT'S LATE AT NIGHT
I PLAY GUITAR FOR HIM
STRUMMING OUT A SONG/CHORD OR TWO
I LEARNED FROM MY OLD FRIEND

WHAT HURTS THE WORST TO SAY IS YOU WERE NOT THE FIRST
THERE WERE A COUPLE YEARS WHERE NOTHING SEEMED TO WORK
YOU TOLD ME TRAGEDY THAT I THOUGHT WAS A JOKE
AND IN A CORNER BAR YOU GAVE US SO MUCH HOPE