the world seems so easy when you're here
I know you don't believe me but it's clear
there's a divot in the wood
doing what plastic wished it could
hands are holding the love it takes to let you on your way
looking forward to nothing
looking forward to nothing
but the end
when I'm all alone
the world calls me it's own
a place where I can run free
if not from her than from me
crows in trees surrounding me
holding her in harmony
looking forward to nothing
looking forward to nothing
but the end