This song is written from the perspective of someone who has died in a car accident and is looking back remorsefully on how quickly it happened and how she wasn't actually ready to go yet. She looks back and notices that the things she thought she'd remember (what's written in her will, the "piece of paper") is "not what I remember at all."
lyrics
I'm sorry I ruined your pants
I'm sorry I got them all red
I just turned my head, it happened so fast
I'd buy you a new pair of pants, but I can't
I was driving home from Hayward
I was driving on Highway 880
I just turned my head, it happened so fast
I'd buy you a new pair of pants, but I can't
And on the bedroom floor
It's a piece of paper, nothing more
It's a piece of what I thought that I'd remember
It's not what I remember
Persimmon trees in August
I wish I'd had one more blackberry
Explode on my tongue, too ripe from the sun
I just turned my head, it happened so fast
I know I should say don't be sad
But I guess I'm a little sad too
I won't get to see you ripen with child
Watch your black hair turn gray, as time shakes her leaves free
And on the bedroom floor
It's a piece of paper, nothing more
It's a piece of what I thought that I'd remember
It's not what I remember at all.
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