Scattering Remains

Everyone knew the end of our story Before I even saw a flag (Ha, how sad is that?) Out of the blue you quit writing poetry And telling me how your day was I've waited so long to say that I can't save you from the way you stand there Waiting for your plants to die And you wonder why Aren't you growing tired of scattering remains And waiting to see if the weatherman's gonna change his tie 'Cause green means summer And fuschia brings the rain, they say Well do you recall The color he wore on the day The day we passed away Twenty degrees and she's refusing my sweater Says she's "better off this way" (That doesn't mean anything—what does that—what do you mean) Well there's superstitions and then there's you With your fetish for noticing the blemishes Your only defense is your horoscope said to be a pessimist I can't hate you But the way you made me feel like a losing bet I can't forgive just yet Aren't you growing tired of scattering remains And waiting to see if the weatherman's gonna change his tie 'Cause green means summer And fuschia brings the rain, they say Well do you recall The color he wore on the day The day we passed away When I didn't wanna be an artist if it meant That I'd become the hardest man to love To the girl who's shaking the eight ball A little too much Aren't you growing tired of scattering remains And waiting to see if the weatherman's gonna change his tie 'Cause green means summer And fuschia brings the rain, they say Well do you recall The color he wore on the day Oh, as I recall It was a lavender mauve on the day The day we passed away