So, In Closing Songtext
From the mattress that sleeps on the floor
I think that you should know that I couldn't
Love anything more than
And the times that we've spent on your novels and plans
Killing all of the silence without blinking or moving a hand

I want to take you for granted
Rip off your clothes like a bad force of habit
I want to take this for granted
Roll on the floor as if we hadn't planned this at all

From the broken back seat of the van
I wanted you to know that I miss you as much as I can
And the books and the letters you stowed with my shirts
Cause me laughter and fear and a new kind of hurt

I want to take you for granted
Rip off your clothes like a bad force of habit
I want to take this for granted
Roll on the floor as if we hadn't planned this at all

(What'd you think. Chase the truth. Make me believe)