A safety net for when you land
Got a map for where you've been
A pack of smokes for roads ahead and
A promise that was never kept
. . . at all
The hand-me-down that never fit
I stretch the wall but never kept
the smell of home or how it felt
when you were gone and i was left
cause you know where you have to go
and these three walls will never know it
i know it you have to go
sometimes stuttering is all you can hide
so when you get to where you've gone
just drop a line so i will know
that it's not in vain and not precise but
a chance to leave that, never noticed
I know it you have to go and
these three walls will never know it
i know it you have to go
sometimes stuttering is all you can
hope for us or the machine
you may just suck your
life out through a tiny plastic cord
you had plugged into your hand
to keep you warm from
the lack of oxygen