Finally the anchor isn't weighing down
And formally the letter is just gibberish
My whole life I always wanted everything
And my whole life I never wanted nothing
So if I don't go
I've leave instead
Like a tree in fall
Falling one piece at a time
And wish you well
Like a wishing well would do
Canvas cut and reconfigured 'round until
Scars cut up and reconfigured into paint
I could think about you now and never stop until I die
And I could keep my thoughts a lot more to myself
So if I don't go
I've leave instead
Like a tree in fall
Falling one piece at a time
And wish you well
If I have to yell
Almost passed out
And almost passed in
Mostly, I guess
We'd need rest
Selling the farm
That's harvesting nothing
Some has become
So damned difficult