The luminous arch
Of a lover's shoulder
Backlit by the moon
The sudden shock
Of too loud laughter
Like a forgotten favorite tune
If I don't ever think about these things again
It would be too soon
The knowing ache
Of claw marks on your back
That no one can recall
The hours spent
Out on your front porch
Doing nothing, nothing, nothing, at all
If I can somehow lose all memory of these things
I wouldn't mind at all, at all, at all
'Cause it's the first anniversary of your last phone call
I can never think about these things again
The pressure of breasts
Against the rib cage
As we huddled against the cold
The smell of your sheets
As we drifted off to sleep
Burying down in the folds, yeah
If I had just one wish, oh I know what it would be
I would be left alone, alone, alone
'Cause it's the first anniversary of your last phone call
And sometimes I really amaze myself, yeah, yeah
It's the first anniversary of your last phone call
And I'll never think about these things again
It's not the way it's supposed to be
I can't think about these things forever
So I crawl back, back into my bed
Shut off the lights
I close my eyes
And drift away and just think
It's the first anniversary of your last phone call
I can never think about these things again
It's the first anniversary of your last phone call
I can never think about these things again
