Took part in another's song
Felt it wasn't even time
That piece of eleven holes
I regret that i tried I regret that
When there was nothing left i did my best to make a mess of your distress
I'm sorry
When I went out to see the mysteries of history no thing was free
I tied you to my word and keys when you only needed me
Hoped you'd remember when
Together we could stand
Then my mother painted a smile on my right hand
We felt like words had never needed to be said
We spoke our minds and left our heads
This room is cold
This room is so cold
This room is cold
This room is so

If we could make amends then we'd be friends but my intentions play pretend
I'm sorry
If this was meant to be then what did being mean to me?
I'm so heavy you're surfacing I'll leave you be so
I will remember me

Remember Me

Quinn Alexander