This Song Is Called It’s Called What It’s Called

A Cape Town, some Royal Crown, an hour
I don't know where my wallet is

Crawl to bed on a stranger's floor
Lit cigarette, burning holes into their porch
An old van, a farmers tan, a venue
I don't know where my wallet is

Crossing roads where the city ends
I don't know
I don't know

Can't get it back
Can't get it back, I fell asleep and saw
The years had passed, I lost them all
Reach into my head and find
I don't remember most the time

Oh, there's so much I would change
Take more pictures
Oh, I left so much to say
Left so much to say

All the missed connections
Oh, I left so much to say
Why do the years move faster?
Oh, there's so much I could change
Will I spend the effort?
Oh, there's so much I could change
Oh, there's so much I'd let go
I'll somehow frame a narrative
Where all my actions have some evil aim

The worst is yet to come
I'll retrace the capitol
The day we wandered all the monuments
A belly full of drinks
What could I have done wrong, does intent equal fault?

How to end a perfect day if not
Finding what to blame on myself

Nothing hits as hard the second time
It's all lost its charm, but not its signs
Nothing hits as hard the second time
It's all lost its charm, but not its signs

The nights I fell asleep and saw
The years had passed, I lost them all
I reach into my head and find
I don't remember most the time
The nights I fell asleep and saw
The years had passed, I lost them all
I reach into my head and find
I don't remember most the time

The nights I'd stay awake and saw
The morning shed its shadows long
The blanket I'd forget to bring
I half remember everything
(The hi-hat! Use the hi-hat!)