Play me out like the jester/ when you can’t muster the patience

And where depth overruns daily ambition i don’t ever feel like turning the tv off

We sit backs against expectations and he doesnt say a word. 

And if anything corroded, just let me know

His promises untenanted he doesnt say a word.

And if anyone’s committed, don’t tell me a thing 

My hands have been shaking since that trip and he doesnt say a word.

Stand around scratching at love, but, 

To be with an aritist is to hold your hand out underneath wet paint-

I mind it a tad bit. 

Writers are the best when they’re honest, so an alcoholic writer is lauded-

I’ve gotta get out, thats all too clear:

But gas is expensive cars move too fast they’re expensive use up more fuel than I can provide too expensive so I crashed mine and forgot about it like a lineman fried off his perch-

I mind it a tad bit.

I hear the crash at night when I can’t sleep,

And it breaks my back when you make promises you know you can’t keep

Over-indulgent capillaries take blood meant for the brain and reroute it towards my heart, which acts like a teenager with a trust-fund and a resentment for puritan ideals.

I feel a bit like a fish out of water, 

I’ve tried to reason with friends on the lam

And I need you more than I want you, but ill want you for all time

And my family has never been one to pine, yours was always better at that

But some things don’t pass along, some things can’t

So I spend a lot of time at my window, too much time watching the rain pass

Sometimes, when the fog doesn’t dissipate, it’ll resemble you

But water runs, and bodies more malleable than we’d like to think

So before I can grab hold of your head it moves to another storm system, miles away

And there it’ll stay, I know.

Im done chasing water droplets / lead me to the lake