And every sentence that I spoke began and ended in ellipsis

Each of eight fingers gripping what he wrote

Clung on tightly, like parenthesis

And for each correctly used apostrophe

I could feel my heart sink inside my chest in front of me

So, maybe the lining of a winter′s coat

Mightn't be the best place to hide a summer secret

You said every photo that you took that festival

Got lost in your camera in an insurance scam

And though underexposed, I could see from the quality

His K Records T-shirt, and you holding his hand

And I know he took you to the beach

I can tell from how you bite on your cheek

Every time the sand falls from your insoles

And when our eyes meet

All I can read

Is, "You′re the B-side"

They say, "It's not what you like, it's what you′re like as a person"

Well, I need new hobbies, that′s one thing for certain

"It's not what you like, it′s what you're like as a person"

Well, I need new hobbies, that′s one thing for certain