Holding Patterns Lyrics - Kind Of Like Spitting

Dan and I got stoned 

On my porch the day your ashes hit the river 

I considered irony 

I couldn't quite think of any word 

"B" thinks I should write you a letter 

That it might be better than just lashing out 

So I gave it to a typewriter 

And it was also ridiculous written down 

I remember so much light off you 

Every song held a smile for you 

I often do these things like you 

Laughing out the side of my face 

Dancing to your old mix tapes 

A sweater soft, a hug goodbye 

When you called us three days later 

We all knew you were high 

We all knew you were tired 

But we thought you'd make it through the night