[00:04:23] He offered her the world, but came up short [00:04:23] The nastiest of storms made him settle on a city with a port [00:04:23] He watched ships sail by in the middle of July [00:04:23] He wrote notes on paper boats, sat and waited for replies [00:04:23] Hope floats, even when it's on fire [00:04:23] Especially when it's on fire, but the smoke makes him tired [00:04:23] Took a blade to the chest like he was opening a body bag [00:04:23] "Sir he's still alive in there" well Christ then, remove the tag [00:04:23] What's it say? It says "Fold along the lines [00:04:23] And set me free," not on fire, cause oftentimes [00:04:23] When I set myself free, this empty [00:04:23] Bag of a body tends to get burned in effigy [00:04:23] I've lost the energy to fight off the flames [00:04:23] I blow it off like it's all just a game, all the same [00:04:23] Wish he wouldn't write himself out of the picture [00:04:23] It's a beautiful lotion that you got [00:04:23] When there's someone there to share it with you [00:04:23] This is why she can't have nice things [00:04:23] He was too caught up in work to sign for the nice deliveries that life brings [00:04:23] Now he can't tell if he's dead or not [00:04:23] He said, "I bet I am, and I can prove it." She said "you better not" [00:04:23] This is why she can't have nice things [00:04:23] Because talk is cheap and it was poor communication [00:04:23] All he wanted to say, on the dock that day [00:04:23] Was "I love you, and I'm sorry," but instead, he just waved [00:04:23] Good bye, and he cried, love [00:04:23] So much he watched the waters rise up [00:04:23] It must have been a changing of the tides, but I've come to assume [00:04:23] It was the changing of a mind, once upon a blood moon [00:04:23] They skimmed rocks for the whole day [00:04:23] He imagined he was throwin' rotten parts of himself that broke away [00:04:23] So he couldn't stop, fascinated by the way they skip up top [00:04:23] Give up and then drop, he sank with them [00:04:23] They convened on the rock bottom and made a decision [00:04:23] They could never raise children, not like this [00:04:23] Not like people who make babies on purpose [00:04:23] That's when he came to the surface, fully intending [00:04:23] To be so strong in his resolve, 'til all of it dissolves [00:04:23] Slippin' through his pruny fingers like this could've been ours [00:04:23] But this is to the offers that can't be followed through with [00:04:23] The water works, the leaky faucet still lost fluids [00:04:23] To the current of the stream that'll always push you from me [00:04:23] To the reoccurring dream that makes reality less ugly [00:04:23] In a picturesque setting, where the world looks airbrushed [00:04:23] Needless to say, words failed us [00:04:23] On the dock that day, all I wanted to say [00:04:23] Was "I love you, and I'm sorry," but instead, I just waved [00:04:23] Good bye, and I cried, love [00:04:23] So much I watched the waters rise up [00:04:23] It must have been a changing of the tides, that was breaking up our lives [00:04:23] It was a water raged wrinkling time [00:04:23] Yessir, minds are made for the changing, but mine's been deterioratin' [00:04:23] Like the bluffs in the shoreline, where I've been waitin' too exhale [00:04:23] Since the summer when we watched every last one of our friends set sail [00:04:23] And I was the only livin' boy left in Providence [00:04:23] Collecting death certificates from the rest of my documents [00:04:23] Just for origami purposes, I gave 'em to the ocean [00:04:23] But hey, look at me, I'm great at foldin' [00:04:23] Guess I'll just do this the rest of my life [00:04:23] It's got to do with lots of lovin', and it ain't nothin' nice [00:04:23] This is why she can't have nice things [00:04:23] He was too caught up in work to sign for the nice deliveries that life brings [00:04:23] This is why she can't have nice things [00:04:23] Because talk is cheap and it was poor communication [00:04:23] This is why she can't have nice things [00:04:23] He set fire to the paper boat sonatas he's been writin'