It was a Sunday when i stumblednAnd i started seeing starsnOn the converse shoesnOf a reclusenShe wore them wide as angel's armsnI moved my mouth nBut i just mumblednSomething about the boulevard nBeing the death of menBut she said she sees nThe cracks as battle scarsnnSo tell me why am i such a sucker for poeticsnYou take the time to say something so sweetnAnd I'll never forget it. nAnd if you could, would younRelive that first kissnNo i mean if, you knewnYou'd have the Midwest's best kept secretnSleeping next to younnWell it was WednesdaynBy the time that i awokenI had a headache nAnd my clothing smelled like smokenIt was an hour and 15 minutes nBefore i found the strength to standnAnd i resolved to rendezvous againnAnd exalted for my plannnThen it was ThursdaynAnd i hadn't heard a thingnFriday i started stirringnbut i kept listeningnI heard the door begin to opennI heard my hinges start to squeaknI hoped for good words to be spoken nBut they were gone just like the weeknWhen i saidnYou've got a spot on your soulnAnd she looked down at her shoesnShe said you're losing controlnI said you're all i've got to losennGive me a branch and I'll break itnBut give me a chance and I'll take itnAnd run, and runnnSo tell me why am i such a sucker for aestheticsnYou keep your sneakers so pristinenBut babe your conscience can't reflect itnAnd if you could, would younRelive that first kissnNo i mean if, you knewnYou'd have the Midwest's best kept secretnSleeping next, to younAnd you knew that she'd be leavingnAnd you'd think you had been dreamingnBut in the beginning you'd believenThat it was realnnAnd I've washed my hands of thisnThey're just not dry quite yetnAnd I'm having trouble holding on to anythingnAnythingnnSo tell me why am i such a sucker for poeticsnYou take the time to say something so sweetnAnd I'll never forget itnAnd if you could, would you nRelive that first kissnNo i mean if, you knewnYou'd have the Midwest's best kept secretnSleeping next, to younAnd you knew that she'd be leavingnAnd you'd think you had been dreamingnBut in the beginning you'd believenThat it was real