Closing my eyes, counting the sheep
Gun in my mouth, trying to sleep
Everything ends, everything has to
Get well balloons, going insane
Weight of the world, papier-mâché
Gone with the wind, out into nothing

I'm just trying to be easy, agreeable
I don't want to seem

Green world, love the chloroform.
Front porch in the thunderstorm.
Controlled chaos, confused energy.

So stop reading the weather charts.
Stop counting the playing cards.
There's no system, there's no guarantees.
That the love you feel and carry inside can be passed.

Say that you were stranded on a desert island
What books you gonna bring
What friends would tag along

Say you had a month and you knew you were dying
How would you spend your time
What goodbyes would take too long

You don't like this game and you take exception
Wh

I remember the day you appeared on this earth
With eyes like the ocean, got blood on my shirt
From my camera angle it looked like it hurt
But your mama had a big old smile

We drove you home, saw your yellowing skin
Packed a few things and drove you back again
Stayed up