Holding Patterns

Holding Patterns

Kind Of Like Spitting
(album: The Thrill Of The Hunt)

Dan and I got stoned
On my porch the day your ashes hit the river
I considered irony
I couldn´t quite think of any word
"B" thinks I should write you a letter
That it might be better than just lashing out
So I gave it to a typewriter
And it was also ridiculous written down

I remember so much light off you
Every song held a smile for you

I often do these things like you
Laughing out the side of my face
Dancing to your old mix tapes

A sweater soft, a hug goodbye
When you called us three days later
We all knew you were high
We all knew you were tired
But we thought you´d make it through the night

Every song held a smile for you
I remember so much life in you
How I never had the guts to make a move
I remember walking out on you