i been watching the birds as they go
i been keeping my bank account low
i been keeping my end of the deal
with saint anthony and saint thomas
my little sister gave it a hell of a try
you know i hear it gets worse when you die
i can't believe you got me waiting for another year
but if you ever make it back i'll be here
i hear your voice say things to me
but i get up for nothing cause i'm afraid to see
but every day is so twisted
but i'll still be here if you want me back again
i promise you can always come home
i try to count the chimes
water the flowers above the sink sometimes
so i promise not to try to make it breathe again