I spent a summer hopping trains, chasing my dreams, I was young and ambitious and scared and depressed
Yet, I never turned my head, no, I never felt the need to taste the air that poured from your mouth as if filling my lungs with a cancer darling, I could live without
Though I handled all my time, turned the world on it’s side
but, I guess your drinking really helps you out with all the time you have to spend with me I guess there’s nothing more than fear, no love, no happiness
I’m a winter bearded tree, so boring and so bright, so easily lived without Just a calloused song we sang as I fear you’d run away I’d pack my bags and hit the train before you left I’d be the one to breathe and recite I’m only going home, I’m only going home, I’m never going home
but, I guess your drinking really helps you out with all the time you have to spend with me I guess there’s nothing more than fear, no love, no happiness I guess your drinking really helps you out with your happiness
And it’s this place that I call my home where I’m all alone they say I’ve written you a song, I say they must be wrong
My arms are these terrible extensions keeping you from hell, and I’m fighting to keep you from drowning in the absense of my words, I remember staying up all night, writing letters as I carefully pasted the post cards I’d send you, from every city I slept in I stopped writing that summer, I could no longer fill the pages and I’m sorry I portray myself like this, it’s embarrassing to say the least, but I’m slowly getting better, I’m quite alright If home is where the heart is then you've got mine