hello it's been awhile
found an old birch stump just to trace the lines
box of polaroids freckled with the mildew of time
singin old songs pry your name out but they don't rhyme
spent every day on the brink of dust
laminated sun only sleep if we must
oh i've never thought so hard about you before
threw it all away just to sleep on the couch
drinkin jet fuel from a dixie cup spout
if i could just tell you everything i'd be good
roused a half-finished heaven out of summer ash
limbo spinnin' sweet, bottleneck in my head
you waft over everything i sip like a match
hear the sobbing from the greenery
everyone says that i need to see but
we both know what weeps in the viscera of grass
am i heading over
or just passing through
will it ever look beautiful again
if it doesn't in the sun
if it doesn't in the sun
if it doesn't in the sun