I've gotten so far, on bad news
Holding on to repertoires of songs I
Used to sing to you
These bruises lace my shins
From drinking with my indian friends
I didn't always look like shit
Your camera phone was evidence of this

Play it closer, to me
Closer and closer
Again

I've gotten so far, on my shoes
Holding on to battle scars and cuts
Below the knees I got from you
These bruises are my friends
We drink sing about are ex girlfriends
I didn't always feel like shit
My memory was evidence we kissed

Play it closer, to me
Closer and closer
Again