Real Soon - You'll be out my head
Cocoon - Inside I will shed
Never knew - You'd be who I dread
So I want you out my bed
You heard what I said
And then I'll pick up everything that sustained us
I'll want to drink up everything that would drain us
I know I'll wake up feeling all kinds of anxious
But living in that is sure to make it real dangerous
Let it go
Take it slow
Let it go
But I'll have to take it slow
Slow
My mind - Has got to make the room
In time - Or so I would assume
Inclined - Not to meet my doom
So I'm going to leave my tomb
To try to heal this wound
I've cried it enough on too many shoulders
I packed up his stuff while my heart still smolders
I threw out his cup all stained with Folgers
Then I buried my peace into separate folders
Let it go
Take it slow
Let it go
But I'll have to take it slow
Slow
Let it go
Take it slow
Let it go
But I'll have to take it slow
Slow