off the coast of the Puget Sound immaturity rowing around mixing memory with desire a summer's breeze floats winter's air but do you care I read the headlines you read the headlines California is falling in Yuma's ocean will begin at the bottom of the hill hell yeah I'm doing what I said I would mixing memory with desire flame burnt candles won't light fire send faded postcard lyrics lamp lit letters from Connecticut at the bottom of the sea you will see oh my god from Mount Everest to the Everglades re-obtaining doesn't mean it's found she's the cruelest month of all oh my god a girl who's like the calendar she's changing almost every day sooner or later so predictable yet the holidays land on the different days every year thought loses shape I've lost my touch missing time with you thinking how my favorite color is fast becoming sugar fast becoming you