Whats that writing on your hand    A reminder that will take you away    Back to your life    one that I once knew    I'd give anything    to be there with you       Sitting in your backyard    Wasting another night    Let me take your hand    One last time until we get it right       In my room    I still keep pictures of you    Standing still shaking your head    I didnt give you a choice    You were told    But you're not mad, you just feel old    I dont know why Im here    Pulling out paper crowns    When Ive done nothing more    Than let the two of us down