the bed will be there when i get home, but will you?  like a
spool come undone, everything with us is loose.  hold my face
and pull me to our shoulder.  today i've gotten older, today i've
gotten older.  i tried to take my mind off things but i'm leaving
now, i'm leaving now instead.  cause i don't trust that there won't
be another string of manic freak-outs, if i stick around.  come
on i know myself by now.  it's not an easy realization to come
to, i'm not the best thing for you.  i'm not the best thing for
you.  so i will send myself to sleep for you, and dream of a
door that you'll step trhough.  and i will sit here and drink for
you, cause i can't think of anything else left to do.  come on, i
know myeslf by now.  come on i know myself that well.  the
bed is soft but my ears are ringing, and you took off while i
was still singing.  i just wanted to be close to what you keep hid
from those who don't love you.  your eyes, your eyes, your eyes,
your eyes, tonight could bring a dead deer back to life.  and i'm
a dead deer tonight.