I haven't seen you since that Brooklyn night   I guess it's been a year by now   Cold and rainy, in a poet's words   Dark and crimson in a drunken way   I was frozen in a windowpane   Kind of like I was on a movie screen   You hair was darker than I remembered it   I was as awkward as I could've been      So much has changed, it seems nothing ever changes   I found a way to wear a thousand different faces   Time creeps into my dreams   Breathe deep   Fill your lungs with me      Headaches, stalemates   Chest pains, I'm trembling   Ink stains, text to burn   Am I leaving?...Am I leaving?      I found your face in my dreams the last two nights   What are you doing here?   What am I singing for?   A windowsitter grown into the crutch   The crutch has always been right there for him   I'm sorry for pushing her away   I'm dark and crimson in a drunken sway   I'm dark and crimson in a drunken sway   So much has changed it seems nothing ever changes