Kc

i remember you

do you remember me

there's no way to the heart better than awkwardly

in canada on new year's eve

you said you'd never seen someone bleed like i bleed

perhaps i was on

the shaking hands

the hands we'll shake

there's nothing that we've done you could call a mistake

we wore ourselves into the ground

the humming of the traffic on st. catherine's

breaks the slow fall down

the truth is behind the hotel

the body's underneath the maple tree

the leaves turned red when you killed me

startled by the saint's river

i won't reduce the complications to the warmer nights

when i did not know you

the truth is under the water

finally silent i could hear you speak

about the leaves and killing me

shaken by the saint's river

there's nothing that we've done that could be wrong

it's the only way we'll ever understand