Call it something else Don't call it by it's name Don't welcome it to stay Let it die in the winter time All you need to see Is the laundry on the line I am not about to lose my mind I am just about to leave Scatter in the breeze I am not about to lose my mind I am just about to leave But I'm not about to lie Naked like the trees I was never good at at lying So call it something else An artifact or thing Don't tell me in a different town or time That I would be your life But in the here and now Innocence's dark place When we're born we're born to die