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.