Patricia - Minor Majority

Do you ever think of me up there

When you’re God knows where

With your eyes closed in front of the crowd?

Would you pull me up on stage if I

Came to your show tonight?

Would you still get me high backstage?

Do I remember summer rain

That sweet metallic taste

The chemicals that made us stay awake?

I didn’t really get it then

But it struck my mind the other day:

I think you’re right about «the leaving» part

But you’re wrong about «the running away»

I’m still working on the could-have-beens

Of you and I, I mean

What if Patricia hadn’t chosen that night?

You told me once that if we ran away

And never spoke her name

Then the world would fall back into place

But I rely on muscle memory

Onstage wine and irony

If you somehow got the best of me

Put it out there in when my recollection’s slow

I’m in the corner by the bar, tonight

You played a song of mine

With contorted chords and words shuffled around me

I don’t mind you changing it, rearranging it

Kinda like the way you’re slowing it down

Your introduction it was eloquent

But you didn’t write that song on the road

Sure, I agree with the sentiment

I’ll be waiting where the flightcases load

She lived right across the street from us

And her mum still wakes up insane

Just to ask: will she back again?

Now, what am I supposed to say?

So we’ll be dining with the could-have-beens

You and I, I mean

And though our words need time to unfold

There are moments worth remembering

I hope you’re good at it

'Cause there is so much I wish I didn’t know

And that’s why you’re not coming back

And that’s why I can never leave

But Patricia would have that loved that song

Just the way you’re playing it to me