Here's the same old chord progression taken up a couple frets
'Cos Mary says that synthesis is almost like creation
I've half-learned all these instruments
I think that I could fit them in to make you think that I am something I've never really been
I'm burning all my notebooks 'cos they're all already obsolete
And only 15 people bought that record anyway
But if you want a copy, I got a couple boxes in the back
Like that high school website that just never goes away
I'm waiting for your album, Garth
I'm looking for a song to steal
If I play it a couple dozen times, the world will think it's mine
I'll hijack every voice I know and tell them where I want to go
But here it's three years down the road
She can't recall my name
The best song idea I ever had I took from Robert Lowell
I never read that poem anyway
So all the girls I loved before got lost between the lines
Draped in wedding veils and wine and change
I don't think I ever told you guys
But half the reason I'm still alive is those less-than-graceful Monday nights we'd pretend we owned the world
And life is full of seasons
And I hope you're happy where you are
And sometimes I wish I'd never left, but time keeps rolling on
So here's to Josh and Max
Sometimes I think you saved my life
And here's to Jamey, who caught it all on tape
And I know it's saccharine
Maybe I'm going soft at 23
But thank you, friends, for turning it to grace