Overgrown

It's mid to late August and everyone's gardens Are all overgrown, too much time on their own But the sun's coming out again Then we'll blink and another year's over again I thought it was this time of year when you're meant to plant All the tomatoes and all of the garlic and maybe the onions too I was dead wrong, but that's not a reflection on you I'm sorry, I don't have your green thumb If you feel neglected, I don't mean it that way I'm just up in the air, half a mile away Though I never set out to make anyone sad But not meaning to, don't count for shit if I have It's early September, the sun's getting warmer Just north of the city and near to the water I think of you still when I look out the window The bore water fogging my vision It's not where I'm living, but I'Il call it home Just as long as the sun comes from eastward, rough coffee from Dome And the feels from my chest after I've cleared my desk They don't last long enough, everything's back to rough If you feel neglected, I don't mean it that way I'm just up in the air, half a mile away No, I didn't set out here to make you feel sad But not meaning to, don't count for shit if I have Now my sister's expecting, it's due in mid June If I'm up in the air then I'd be pretty rude Though I never set out to make anyone here feel bad But not meaning to, don't count for shit if I have Now wait, take a break I'm putting my home into all that I make It's not brave, but it's safe And I hope I can make one of my own some day Though I know that I won't have your green thumb You felt neglected, didn't mean it that way I'm just up in the air, half a mile away No, I didn't set out here to make you feel sad But not meaning to, don't count for shit if I have And it's not a reflection on you Just a product of all that I do