I was the whale you were the fish when I set sail for Husavik. I was swimming in the open sea, just the waves the tide the sand and me. And I will return when I am good and ready, but I will likely spend my dying days in the bay. But for now I will roll over in my head. I'll make a song about it all. I'll make this all into a song. I'll make us all into a song.
Have you ever told so many lies that you believed them yourself? Have you ever felt the crushing weight of the forward lean of time? Have you ever spent a sleepless night in your bed, in your head, mourning the dead? Have you ever said I'm getting out of here? Well, I swear to God I'm getting out of here.
"Have you ever felt trapped?" She asked. I said, "Its the story of my life." "Have you ever felt sad?" She asked. I said, "how much time do we have? I could write a book about everything that made me cry that morning at the breakfast table alone."
The sheets were drenched in cyanide. The walls were leaking carbon monoxide. I shut his windows thinking, "I'll save him a fortune on his heating bills." But who pays the bills when you are dead on the kitchen floor for a week? I made him his last meal and I watched as he slowly died.
I will return one day to my human form. I'll make a song about it all. I'll make this all into a song. I'll make us all into a song.
Did she ever tell you so many lies that you could not trust her again? Have you ever felt the crushing weight of betrayal? I have you ever spent a sleepless night in your head, tossing turning in your bed? Have you ever wanted to forgive but not known how to let go?
"Have you ever felt alone?" She asked. I said, "Its the story of my life." "Have you ever felt mad?" She asked. I said, "How much time do we have." I could paint a picture, leave it on her doorstep, I don't have to tell her why I'm leaving town.
I was the lion, she was the mouse, that last day inside the house. I closed the door to the room, I said, "Sit down, girl, I got a thing or two to say… that this won't hurt would be untrue. It will hurt like hell, just not for you." And then I watched her on the floor as she slowly died.
I will return one day to my human form. I'll make a song about it all. I'll make this all into a song. I'll make us all into a song.
Have you ever wanted to turn back, turn back, don't you turn back.
Have you ever wanted to start again? I'm starting over in the morning.
"Have you ever felt alone?" She asked. I said, "Its the story of my young life." "Have you ever felt trapped?" She asked. I said, "My God, how much time do we have?" I could write this song, I'll leave it scrawled on a napkin. You can find it, sing it, you can change it when I'm gone.
I was the cricket, you were the bird, a funny mismatched pair we were. I made a chair into a ship then I set sail for Husavik. And I likely wont return though I said I would. I finally found where I can breathe and live, try to forgive you. I'll likely spend my dying days in the bay, the bay, the bay! I won't return a day to my human form.
I'll teach the whales and birds a song. I'll teach them all how to sing. I'll teach the birds and whales a song.
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