Left behind and left for dead
Her words poured wicked through my head
I had it all and I have nothing
She couldn’t hold what was just rushing
Maybe if I was smarter
Maybe if I was better
Maybe if I had worn my luckiest blue sweater

I had a hold and let it go
It’s all my fault and yes, I know

The last time I saw her she was standing in the dark
She was like estate and I was barely trailer park
She asked me what I wanted
And all I could do was pass
She was in my arms and I couldn’t make it last
Maybe if I was smarter
Maybe if I was better
Maybe if I had worn my luckiest blue sweater

I had a hold and let it go
It’s all my fault and yes, I know

Beyond her class but she still asks
Why do you stare so hard?
It’s all I know, can’t let you go
By peering deep I get to keep
Maybe if I was smarter
Maybe if I was better
Maybe if I had worn my luckiest blue sweater

I had a hold and let it go
It’s all my fault and yes, I know

She guides the needle with a steady hand
Weaving hope into the fabric of the land
Creating beauty as time passes
This amazing girl is everlasting

Painting landscapes with a word
Mixing context as he should
Landslides and longing here and after
Evaporating all the purest laughter

She pricks her finger in her struggle
Reeling fast far to disaster
The sentence left alone unfinished
By her side to blot the blemish

She weaves a dress and he a rhyme
Destiny calls them in its time
Near at death and wonder’s call
She makes him weep as he writes it all