I take one look, one drink
You read big books on love and death
I say I can relate, but I can't come close,
Wondering, waiting, worrying myself old
I can melt into this couch and bottle myself in
In turn, you'll walk away, but I'll stay
But I'll stay
Out of the woods, I'm walking
This party is done, and I'm tired of talking
Out of the woods, I'm walking
I'm barely awake, and the country is calling
August had it's say and went
If left feeling indifferent,
You wouldn't even know
I'm on your front porch,
I'm at your front door,
It's begging me through
Why do I miss the name and likeness of my oldest fears?