Dead Deer

The bed'll be there when i get home, but will you, like a spool, come undone? everything with us is loose. hold my face and pull me to your shoulder. today i've gotten older. today i've gotten older. i tried to take my mind off things, but i'm leaving; i'm leaving now instead. 'cause i don't trust that there won't be another string of manic freak-outs if i stick around. come on, i know myself by now. it's not an easy realization to come to. i'm not the best thing for you. i'm not the best thing for you. so i will send myself to sleep for you and dream of a door that you'll step through. and i will sit here and drink for you 'cause i can't think of anything else to do. come on, i know myself by now. come on, i know myself that well