In the summer camp, down by the hill
I'll get some time to think
Laying down on the pier, throwing stones to the lake

One stone for everything
That I really miss
Like my dog, and the crows, and the smell of here

And I'll keep a very special pile of
Heavy and black polished and weird and terrifying stones
For the nights when I missed you

(And even when I could still see you)

For the sweet things you said

That I don't want to know if they're true
For you, wearing my shirts and riding your bikes in a warm night
For when we did't even say goodbye

For when I was stuck in the airport with amazing lightnings
Keeping the plane to the ground
(And I wouldn't even call you)

For the anger and the pain that we softly built
For the anger and the pain that we tenderly bulit
For the anger and the pain that we hug-ly built