I woke up sore on a strangers floor Still feeling high from the night before I bruised my mind on the New York Times Tried to justify my way of life I tried to behave at the festival in the rain But temptation led me stray We climbed to the roof through the attic in Duluth Just to pacify our cries for youth I knew it all along what was fleeting now is gone Seeds to sow and memories to hold I try to fight the feeling that we need to turn the stones But all we are is all that we can know He said I was the only friend to visit his hospital bed Contrived with lies of what they've said Her whisper in my ear told me love ain't always clear The heart upon my sleeve did wear