Album: Of Birds, Bees, Butterflies, Etc.
Some light reading, the last pages, clearer now in certain places
But you're hovering, half empty, and I'm leaving, but you've left me
Please just listen to reason, these aren't chapters, they're seasons
I heard from a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend
You've closed the book on your end
If you pick up, pull out, does it have to be now?
If you pick up, pull out, does it have to be now?
I tear out those last few pages, less time; more places
I've read all the way to the bitter end to the end
You outlast your friends
If you pick up, pull out, does it have to be now?
If you pick up, pull out, does it have to be now?
If you pick up, pull out, does it have to be now?
If you pick up, pull out, does it have to be now?
If you pick up, pull out, does it have to be now?
If you pick up, pull out, does it have to be now?