Blue and Gold Print

Mates Of State

So long, lost loves
I haven't forgotten you, just yet
I hung your picture before I knew, next to scenes set in golden hues
Your face, still drifting inside my head
The weight is gone, heavy words that I could have said
I sang instead when other girls only cried
I called it grace
I am a mindless child
But I said: He's treating me right
You're gone
What's left?
Memories of greater days just bang

Look on, you say
Build together the obvious clues
Taught you: skip the series of laid out rules
Go sing outside, as clouds raining spark the night
That's how we met
Was it the greatest day of this life?
I said: (S)he's treating me right
We're just a little bit lost inside our houses
We're just a little unkept out in the streets
But I won't ever pass up a second to tell you replacement's a myth
'Cause I know when the kids are all grown we will still have this blue and gold print