You've got no reason to go
The parking lot is frozen
I stare at your reflection in the snow
And let you talk of Michigan
I wonder if you think of me back then
Do you plug me into every situation
Cause I can't seem to find a way to keep you out of every state I've ever been in
It's fine if you're inclined to ask me questions
It's nice to know that someone cares
I remember when everything changed
The drive home from Atlanta
The back of your neck still covered in green
And you laughed as if no one saw you
I wonder how it felt to see me
In the back room from behind the piano
The songs you played still ring in head
Every time that I feel most alone
It's fine it you're inclined to take the evening
You feel the most in everything
It's fine if you can't find the words you're feeling
I'll fill the space with anything