Something I wish I'd ever told you
Hurrying back to twenty, -one, -two
Is thinking about those greenish-colored eyes are on the first of
Every wet and humbled head ashamed of love
I'm serious, man, I can't stop feeling
Going out naked nature, air thin
Coming on home to sand and water, lamb and slaughter, first of
Holiday time and making pie
Something I wish I'd ever told you
Is flying on planes I'd like to hold you
And nerves like never justified the feeling inside the first of
Many old worries
And it's worth it to me
To skate around the bad times
And all the little feelings
Get tucked away at bed times
What does it mean to take someone's heart?
And how do I dare not take it apart?
'Cause thumbs and knuckles all are white with innocent spite the first of
Typical sign of dark night
What do I say if taking my time means rushing all the wrong things?
I'd rather you take my mane
And deal with the bucking and fucking up again because
It's worth it to me
To skate around the bad times
And all the little feelings
Get tucked away at bed times
And I never really
Would think about tomorrow
'Cause gurgling and reeling
I'd wile away and drown in maple sorrow
Autumn, breast of fall