It was the third of March
When I moved into my new place
Some tiny apartment on Everett Street
You were back in town
So I called you up and said, Let's meet
I guess in those days I was pretty innocent
Trying so hard to finish all my beer
Maybe I should have known
You'd just come back from hell
It's clear to me now
Watching movies till the early hours
Behind your glasses was a party boy
Who longed to leave my room
But had to stay
With so much fear
In place of secrets you had to keep
It's a miracle that our paths crossed
In another couple years
I finally realized what you lost was time
What you lost
What you lost was time
You're out there now
What you lost was time
You're out there now
What you lost was time
My party boy
More folk-inflected confessionals on love, loss, and anxiety — plus a Kacey Musgraves cameo —from the Nashville indie pop auteur. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 11, 2024