I'll put my pen away, anything to stop the plot
One last list, hoping I don't take too long
Break the news, an awful move, how 'bout a year of solitude
These are the things that I have left to do
I can't coast much longer off a memory
Designed by pulling straws, no guarantee
I'll clear my debts, lick my wounds, regretting all that I should
Then count the things that I have left to do
I'm in a state of misusing your time
I've never been great at holding it together
I assumed the worst, it's the only way I know how
To say anything at all, anything at all
I'll wash my hands of all that hasn't slipped away
Mistreat my decisions 'til they're frayed
It's just time to go, cut the ropes, maybe you have broken surface too
Then there's just some things that we have left to do
Will you daydream fondly of me once in a while?
For I have felt the binds so tightly too
I'll think of you by light, by moon, with friends, in solitude
Forgetting's just a thing I've left to do
Forgetting's just a thing I've left to do
Forgetting's just a thing I've left to do
