Tomorrow you might be gone
So stand out on the lawn
Practice waving goodbye courageous crane fly
Tell me, what's the point of loving someone at all?
I'm small and I feel that way in the morning
Everyone's leaving the city for someplace pretty
And I'm lonely
I don't know why it takes so much effort to feel good these days
And I don't know why I'm still awake, waiting for you
Blue swimming pool clear carrots in the garden
Lamb's-ear growing from the concrete
Brought you a pie one November in the evening
A certain sweetness only found in memory
So sweet that I have to remind myself
Oh, this feeling is fleeting
And I'm always somewhere else
I don't know why it takes so much effort to feel good these days
And I don’t know why I'm still awake, waiting for you
Waiting for you
I don't know why but it takes so much effort to feel good these days
And I don't know why I'm still awake, looking for something to do What do I do?
Watch dumb T.V
Go for a walk
Write in a journal
Stare at the clock
Call a friend
Whisper "fuck you" to the world
I am spent
I am spent
I am spent
I am spent
I am spent
I am
