• In the middle of the city of L.A.
    Waiting at the bus stop
    Tapping my shoe impatiently
    Murials on the wall and billboards overhead
    It's everything I should call home
    But without you here
    This urban life just can't be home to me
    When I'm waiting for the traffic to cease
    It's rush hour in my head
    As I look down at the ribbon on my wrist
    The only reminder I have of you
    To assure me that I've been awake that long

    Palm trees swaying in the breeze
    Only slightly put me at ease
    A sweep of salty ocean air
    Only reminds me you're no there

    Chorus
    These sick little love songs
    I use to make fun of
    I never know I would understand
    That sorrow, that strife, that empty feeling
    Of knowing that you're leaving

    Ironically enough
    With pencil in hand
    I write you this song of affection
    To let you know
    I've paid close attention
    To all our days and nights
    All our pointless fights
    Every rose and every kiss I'll miss
    I've never skipped a beat

    Lying awake in my bed, singing
    A lullaby of the one thing I'm missing
    The one thing I'm needing
    As my heart keeps bleeding

    Chorus

    And all i have to remember you by
    Is a ribbon with all our memories