This is basically about what it is like to try say goodbye and explain to people why you are moving to an Eskimo island in the Bering Sea.
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I’m not even gonna tell you that I’m sorry I’m not even gonna say I’m seein' you soon, “I’m seein’ you soon.”
I’m not even gonna try to explain these truths to you.
But, I will say my friend I love and I always have.
I not gonna try to catch the bus down your way.
I’m not gonna make a fuss any way.
It’s just been a long time since I’ve seen your face.
Sometimes I feel like I left without a trace.
I’m not even gonna try to explain what its like here.
THAT WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE. SO FREAKING, IMPOSSIBLE.
IT’S LIKE ANOTHER PLANET WHERE NO BODY TALKS TO YOU.
AND, YOU JUST SIT AROUND WRITING SONGS ABOUT NOTHING.
AND, NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO YOU CAN'T EVEN FIND SOMETHING TO DO.
BUT, THAT’S PROBABLY THE WAY IT GOES WHEN YOU WALK AWAY FROM THOSE YOU KNOW.
DON’T YOU KNOW IT DON’T SEEM TO GO YOUR WAY WHEN YOU GO AWAY?
AND I AINT GONNA TRY TO SAY I MADE A BAD DECISION, CUZ I DIDN’T.
BUT I ALSO AINT GONNA EVEN ADMIT THAT IT COULD HAVE BEEN A WRONG TURN. BUT I’LL LEARN. I’LL LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES IF THAT IS WHAT IT TRULY TAKES. BUT, I’M PRETTY SURE THAT IT DON’T MEAN NOTHING ANYMORE.
SO I GO ALONG THIS ROAD.
AND, IT JUST KEEPS ON GETTING DARKER AND ITS KEEPIN' MORE CROOKED GOING ON.
GOING ON AND ON JUST LIKE THIS SONG
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