WELL

Dicked around in sleeping village With the friends I made in college I can mosh to Hey I Love You Without knowing any songs I can take the train to Roscoes Talk to strangers in the closet I can walk home through the cemetery snow The more I say the less I notice The less I say the more I’m there Got a phone call from my father Said he ain’t getting any younger And he got hitched for the insurance And he’ll work the rest out later And now we’re waiting for the summer Faces shriveled up and smiling A perfect postcard of the life we’re building here Do you remember when you said That I was fucked in the head And right away you wished you hadn’t But that’s ok The more I say the less I notice The less I say the more I’m there That night I stood out by the water While the waves were getting taller And I felt suddenly that I was meant To walk out and go under Snow was laying down around me And Chicago slept behind me I took one last look and turned around And walked home like I’d always meant to Twenty minutes later I got a text from my friend Aidan He was twenty three and sending me a picture of his baby Twenty three and sending me a picture of his baby daughter Twenty three and sending me a picture of his baby Twenty three and sending me a picture of his baby daughter

Fog’s rolling in Over the mountain and we’re Sitting outside Talking our jobs again Last time we sat here I swore that I loved you and I Was counting the inches Stretching between our hands You’re mostly the same Don’t think you’re eating enough these days But that’s not my place You don’t need my help feeling small anyways You touched my arm Told me you liked my sweater And I flinched away Said that I’d had it forever But thanks anyway Night’s rolling in Taking the Metra to Wicker Book in my hand Still haven’t touched the liquor Face in the window I know I don’t love you now but I’m Counting the people That kept me alive till now

I’ve been having these discussions About where I stand It doesn’t happen very often She’s all I have I’d never seen her in a jacket Till the summer ran She’s getting pretty for the function Still holds my hand I’ll take the dog If you get some sleep Heard you on the stairs She lost her shit, I swear I wanted you to know You have a way with words You write a pretty verse It’s all you have to know I’m keeping nothing Elijah came and made us dinner Hiding his tattoos I said good luck at your wedding That’s something new I’ll take the dog If you get some sleep Heard you on the stairs She lost her shit, I swear Wanted you to know You have a way with words You write a pretty verse It’s all you have to know I’m keeping nothing Wanted you to know I’m keeping nothing Wanted you to know I’m keeping nothing

Looking off the back of the ferry Rubber boots traipsing through the greenery The brambles found my skin and clothes And tried to hold on When you showed me what you could of your life And you took me there in the kitchen light, and I And you asked if I’d surrender What I had of my power Then you drifted off to sleep on my shoulder It never felt like our decision It felt like all that we could manage Was to slow it down, catch it in our hands And try to hold on When you showed me what you could of your life And you took me there in the kitchen light, and I And you asked if I’d surrender What I had of my power Then you drifted off to sleep on my shoulder When you asked if I’d surrender What I had of my power When the snow is on the ground And the birds have headed south, I swear The hounds have all settled down And we’ve lived it all before Stepping into something old, I swear I swear

The summer I left home I let him take me driving Tearing through Topanga Cattails on the hillside Sat up on the roof Arms around my knees Listened to the crickets Prayed for some relief Stumbled through my front door Trying not to eat Staring at my ceiling Sweating through the heat How could I have known Flying through the canyon That one day we’d come home Carrying the groceries If I could only see to the bottom of the well If I could only tell you why I’m doing so well I drove across the country When I was nineteen Thought that I was followed But I knew I wasn’t needed I was staring at the stars In the Ohio River Valley Kept dreaming about dying I wake up and start driving When I got to California I wrote down what I needed There’s nothing like a list To tell myself I’m healing How could I have known On a rock in Point Arena That one day we’d come home And climb the stairs to my apartment If I could only see to the bottom of the well If I could only tell you why I’m doing so well If I could only see to the bottom of the well If I could only tell you why I’m doing so well I’m lucky that I found you I’m lucky I stayed open Lucky that she left me Nothing stays broken I’m lucky that you found me I’m lucky I stayed open Lucky that she left me Nothing stays broken If I could only see to the bottom of the well If I could only ask you why I’m doing so well