Well, I ain't written a love song in so long
As your hair leans down your spine
But I don't mind a few lines tonight
I'll regret for the rest of time

Let your hips and your lips and your fingertips
Slip against the city streets, sleepin' in again
Sleepin' in while my friends get high on the edge
Of the West Side Highway

And did you ever make it back to Byron Bay
The day you told me to quit drinkin' and thinkin'
That I was gonna die before 30?
Your mom was so worried about all us kids in the house
Tearin' picture frames down
Our fathers were never around when we were younger

So let me go
I saw you on the river's edge
Draggin' on a plastic cigarette
With your swim trunks still wet

So let it go
I'm meetin' you out on the coast
You hate the smell of real smoke
So why'd you always keep me so close?

You were collectin' shells out on the bay shore
You know I was a shell before
Deep in the hands of another
My brother had told me to leave
But I didn't believe the evil beneath
Some people you meet out in Queens

The way the rain came down the other day in Byron Bay
Made me feel so alone, so I just went home
And scribbled some poem that I know that you'll never read

So let me go
I saw you on the river's edge
Draggin' on a plastic cigarette
With your swim trunks still wet

So let it go
I'm meetin' you out on the coast
You hate the smell of real smoke
So why'd you always keep me so close?

So let me go
I saw you on the river's edge
Draggin' on a plastic cigarette
With your swim trunks still wet