It's harder than I thought to walk away from you
It's easier to know you're tryin' hard
Black bottle never eventually musing
You dead, dumb tree
Don't fall on me
Skinnier and tired
I see you walk
Although that book's all read in Revelation
How did I black out a crucial thought that
mostly on my death be resolutions?
And it was all gone on
From the house to the yard
It's not my fault
No it's not my fault
Strength it never comes to me like it once did
I wait through the wait
A final embrace
Anyway I couldn't leave you here together
You rotten black root
I feed from you
So soothe my wounds
And let me move
Skinnier and tired
You're not alone
You remind me of all my brother's faults
Livin' in a morgue
A hopin' ward
Your skin is nothin' more than a reaction
To the rotten black root
Always choose
Please move
And let me through
You dead, dumb tree
Don't fall on me
Let me see
Let me breathe