Rest assured,
I loved that town with all that I am,
but I couldn’t stay for fear I’d become less of a man.
That closet we used to live in is missed,
but I love how the rays shine through the branches
and warm your lips before they’re kissed.
And oh I hate to leave you alone,
oh we can stay in for days when I get home.
Oh I know you hate to see me go.
Sometimes I feel I’m farming on my own.
We painted that bookshelf made of particleboard.
You fell asleep, I got drunk,
spilled burnt-orange on the floor.
God didn’t see me with the blinds of the windows closed,
but out here,
out here everyone sees, everyone knows.
And oh I hate to leave you alone,
oh we can stay in for days when I get home.
Oh I know you hate to see me go.
Now you’ve got your own seeds to sow.
And oh I hate to leave you alone,
oh we can stay in for days when I get home.
Oh I know you hate to see me go.
We’ve both got crops that need attention to grow.