POST/WAR - The Economy Of Love In Close Quarters

Let go of me as soon as you can
Climbing is safer with both of your hands
Let go of me as quick as you can
The past is a burden that only demands
Let go of me
Let go of me
Just leave
Let go of me
I'm sorry that I said words I don't mean
But I don't see a way that I could ever get clean
I'm craving that come up that mystery
What's going to happen at the tip of that peak
I still Believe
I still Believe
In that mystery
I still Believe
Call me when you get to Texas
And tell me how your parents are doing
Cause I love you and I still care
Call me when your sister is fucked up
And you need to talk about it
'Cause I love you and I still care
But that doesn't mean I have to carry around the burden of our past
I still care
But that doesn't mean I have to carry around our future that was stillborn
I still care
But that doesn't make me less of person cause you're still carrying around a piece of me
I still care
Because it makes me more whole
I'd be there for you
But it's self-abusive
I'm not the man I was before
I still care

Written by:
James Gray

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