I can still imagine you
Green as agave
True as the bluest sky
Making your brother cry with laughter

You and I, in the corner of a room
At an awkward party
Where no one was talking
As you were mocking the disaster

I still hold space for you
Even with all you put me through

You're the kind of person everyone forgives
You do what you want and somehow we'll forget
You're the kind of person everyone forgives

Often I remember times
With rose-colored glasses
Handing me roses
Like some modern Moses, your apology

You and I, in a truck bed
High off our asses
Pills from the neighbor
Your form of labor, ideology

I still hold space for you
Even with all you put me through

You're the kind of person everyone forgives
You do what you want and somehow we'll forget
You're the kind of person everyone forgives

I can still imagine you
Green as agave