Absolute Balance

So make of this what you will So many little shots in the dark The same records, the same shoes And a smile that almost broke your heart Yeah, I'm all for local history Three things I'll remember Her pasta was shit, she left with a CD still playing And you, you always threw your arms around me in your sleep See that girl? In the left-hand corner I said, you see that guy? Their love story is famous Break hard Every breath that showed Every step I missed I'm bound to make it brighter I remember that night clearer now I turned up, why the hell are we drinking up? Holding hands and losing touch I said it, I said it, I said it Now I'm walking away