i made you a mix tape   okay it's not a tape at all   but it's full of sad songs   that make summer feel like fall   the reason i'm calling   the thing that i'm trying to say   maybe i should come over   the truth is i'm on my way   the truth is i'm on my way      when i was another   i knew you a little while   now all of your lovers   are waitng for you to smile   your sons and your daughters   are torturing you with words   reliving the past   believing in reverb   the priest of the future   and the pastor of present tense   are out in the alley   destroying the evidence   we harbored a fugitive   the essence of wasted youth   all caught up in fishnets   you smoke on the roof   we navigate freely   the arc of the starbright evening   the classic rock station   says "don't stop believing."   "it's more than a feeling."      the priest dressed in crimson   the pastor in white   they are never wrong   they are never right   when i was another   i knew you a little while   now all of your lovers   are waiting for you to smile   i made you a mix tape   okay it's not a tape at all   but it's full of sad songs   that make summer feel like fall   i remember the moment   the bullet returned   back into the gun   i was looking for something   that can't be encoded   in zeroes and ones.