part one: motive
(it all went like this. it was like a year ago? something like that. yeah.)

yr so tired sleeping in all summer
you must get those headaches all the time
my head feels fine for once
yr so bored staying in all summer
i guess you've been that way all along
.... but you weren't before...

this entire absence on my part would've lasted forever and you would never know.
walk into the woods alone.
that cut inside of your mouth just might bleed forever, but you still wanted my tongue clogging it up.
hey! walk into the woods alone.

take 200 paces into the woods from your neighborhood
make a right when you see the tree with the red marking on it
keep walking straight until you see the river
when you see the river, you'll see a yellow marking of a trail/path
follow that all the way down and then you'll find me
don't worry i'll be there forever.

take those skinny hands of yours and put them in the ground
dig until you can't dig anymore
can't you see that this is all i have?
take those skinny hands of yours and uproot the mighty oak

part two: perspective of my/your situation

i can't even remember that summer
i guess it's all rosey glasses; haven't felt it in about eight years.
sitting alone. it all just got a little too real for me.
nothing but hash jesus and his minions.
turkey day hasn't felt the same since.
looking out frosted windows in my childhood home just kind of wrings me out?
myself running back and forth up the street is just impersonal.
if i killed myself everything would just be frosted flakes as usual but
that's just not the way i wanted to go.
personal pancake platters for the needy and sunsets for the ones that need it are all i want for my life.
laying back and smoking someone else's cigarette to the ash is the only clear thought i have from 19.
i'll find my camp crystal lake at one point but i'll probably be too drunk to remember.
i'll do it all when i want to. alright? ok, good talk.

fuck! none of this is as fun as it used to be.
don't you remember when we were thirteen, when i first fell in love?
now i don't feel anything at all. feels like everything i knew is slowly fading out.
i just need to see clearly real quick.

(a brief moment of clarity)

part three: execution: i'll see you there

i'm so tired, wasting my whole life on stupid shit that just leads to dead ends
in my head i feel like it'll work out but it never does.
i'm so bored waiting here in new jersey, waiting for you to change.
soon i'll be gone and maybe onto better things? i couldn't tell you for sure.

so you're going to walk another six miles into the woods
you can count it on yr phone, alright?
there's an app for it. i'll send you a link.
but... ok... so....
if you see a swamp with a bunch of trees that are delapidated in it, you've gone too far
just turn around and find the ribbon i tied to the tree.
trust me, i know you'll make it.

take those skinny hands of yours and put them in the ground
dig until you can't dig anymore
can't you see that this is all i have?
take those skinny hands of yours and uproot the mighty oak

part four: the climax/resolution. a cliffhanger.

(you're gonna keep following that trail down
we can make it to the new york border in a couple days
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please believe me, i love you.
alright, good luck.)

now i'm alone.