I'm all packed up now early in the morning. I'll take my leave. I'll bring your words along with me. Maybe one day they will mean something. . For now they buzz and crumble down.
Here's a song that I waited to write with you. Think I'll finish it instead. I got enough from you love that it finishes itself. I regret. . Oh. But do you like the way that it moves.
Take a bow 'cause you played your heart out. And take your time with working the rest out. And try and stay out of your head. I have seen you invent the damnedest things there.
You say the sky is green. I don't know what you mean. Your lies were always clear. But I don't mind. No I don't mind. I don't mind. . Go on and take everything from me and more.