We're a bad wreck, with our bicycles tangeled and our broken knees
You were laughing as you fell from your pedals, lying next to me
'Cause most girls would just be crying and angry

I hope she keeps me I hope she heals me Hope her knees don't scar
I hope she'll teach me just how she reached me through words, cranes, and marks

Spent the weekend on stairwells of cedar, with our bandaged knees
Poems, and pencils, and odd paper creatures kept us off our feet
'Cause she extracts the pain right from me

I had hoped in days we'd heal Days when all that's empty's filled As we lay in softly sun, just as when we first met us

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