Testo: Death Cab For Cutie. Steadier Footing.

it's gotten late and now I want to be alone
all of our friends were here, they all have gone home
and here I sit on the front porch watching the drunks stumble forth into the night
"you gave me a heart attack; I did not see you there. I thought you had disappeared so early away from here."
And this is the chance I never got to make a move. But we just talk about the people we've met in the last 5 years. And will remember them in ten more?
I let you bum a smoke, you quit this winter past. I've tried twice before but like this, it just will not last.