was a man, took a hand, cleared the ground
dug a hole we called home
sprawled here eleven years, forty four seasons
we came unstuck and it stung
unstuckness flew me through the air,
whispered in my ear
this is chaos and it stings
tiny strings across the united states
run from you to me and everyone we ever breathed with
i don't care if you're sad
i don't care if your heart is breaking
you soothe me and you turn me on
speed and sleep
i locked the dogs in the car
and cut across the parking lot
i'm far away today
but i might as well not be
if you quit making mistakes
i might not leave
if you quit making mistakes
i might just stay
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