Ten La Dispute

I promised Colin I'd keep writing, and
That's the only promise I've kept, but
I have no regrets. Like
Your empty mailbox?
It doesn't bother me
Not at all

And I promised you I'd come visit soon
Guess I should've made the trip, but
Money's tight as rope and time too. And
You know how it goes better than anyone
There isn't ever much of anything we need or
Think we do
So I don't feel bad
I don't feel bad

And somewhere you cut me out
Fall in love to rinse your mouth
But it doesn't bother me at all

I promised Colin I'd take off to you soon, on
An old deck in Louisville, KY
Four stories up, six AM and ten deep
While they were sleeping, and I said
“Keep me in check, friend.” And he tried
But I couldn't be