I wanna go back, back to that crag. I wanna feel bad, I want to see smoke rise. What would I do? If flames improved my eyesight? How would I look? If I appeared bathed in moonlight? So I’ll strap antlers to my head and I’ll attach wild dog-hands. I’ll make the woods walkable, I’ll make the woods walkable. So I said burn the side open ‘cause I wanna feel again. I don’t wanna be attractive, I don’t wanna be attractive. So I’ll strap antlers to my head and I’ll attract wild dog packs. I’ll make the woods walkable. I’ll make the woods walkable. (whistling) I know that I don’t love you too, too. I know that I don’t love you too, too. So, I’ll probably die sad. I’ll probably do it by my hand. I wanted attention, I wanted affection too. I wanted a deer’s head. (lyrics have been altered)

I don’t miss you, autumn so much as the way it felt when I knew that you were gone. Back when my clarity of purpose seemed so strong. Now it just clutches keeps me from moving on. I used to think it was me who bore your memory, but could it be that memory made me who I am? The expectation in my smallest of demands was you return just as you were. I longed to make sense of your perspective how you said sadness takes the shape of burning stars. How you could feel a thing so far from where we are? A thousand years go by and always they compelled to pass in static. We thought that innocence was something that could last. Now when I walk around I wear it as a mask. So I won’t see, no one see me.

I can feel my brain a-changin', acclimating to the madness I can feel my outrage shift into a dull, despondent sadness I can feel a crust growing over my eyes like a falcon hood I've got the normalization blues This isn't normal, this isn't goods I'm detached and I'm distracted all keyed up but unproductive Vacillating between being all excited and disgusted and then dozing lackadaisically in this bubble where I've made my mental home Connection's more important now than it ever was but I'd rather be alone And when we talk about the president we’re either pissed off or we're giggling about an atrocity he's committing or some stupid shit he's tweeting He's a symptom and a weapon of the evil men who really run the show The ones who melt down human beings into money like a cruel sorcerer’s stone They try to divide us and largely they're succeeding 'cause they've undermined our confidence in the news that we are reading and they make us fight each other with our faces buried deep inside our phones Rest in peace to the Information Age those days are now long dead and gone I can see the weather changing and I can feel the soul decaying I'm observing drastic changes In the way we're all behaving I can see the sooth they're saying furthermore I could believe it to be true Connection's more important now than it ever was buddy, what are you gonna do This is the golden age of dick-otry probably the last golden age of anything and the ugliest word in the English language is Anthropocene

Nobody knows everything We know this to be true Everything is difficult except what's in front of you But it's complicated even under your nose Bullshit math equations And Your highs and your lows And your manic depression It comes and it goes Your sympathetic nervous system reacts And you're in fight or flight mode How's the world so small when the world is so large? And what made the world Could I please speak to who's in charge? Everything is real But it's also just as fake From your daughter's birthday party To your grandmother's wake And your bipolar illness It comes and it goes Your sympathetic nervous system reacts And you're in fight or flight mode I've tried to know which words to sing so many times I tried to find which chords to play And I tried to make it rhyme I tried to find that key that all good songs are in And I’ve tried to find that notes to make that great, resounding din But there's a bad man in everyone No matter who we are There's a rapist and a Nazi living in our tiny hearts Child pornographers and cannibals, and politicians too There's someone in your head waiting to fucking strangle you So here's to you Mrs. Robinson People love you more Oh nevermind In fucking fact Mrs. Robinson The world won't care whether you live or die In fucking fact Mrs. Robinson They probably hate to see your stupid face So here's to you Mrs. Robinson You live in an unforgiving place (lyrics modified)

Well I, I dream of a room In a crooked little house Under the crooked little moon Where I can spend my time With books on every wall And a plant in every window To remind me of what I love And the places in which I can find it Cause this city may be big, but the people here are small And they often choose to waste their lives doing nothing at all And you know, it makes me sick Cause I long for a place far away from these spaces Filled with empty, vacuous souls I must also get away to this crooked room and stay Until the weather doesn't seem so cold But then, you found me In a sad and lonely state And I know you just couldn't wait To show me all I was missing But then, you had to go Two provinces away To a crooked room of your own And that's just how it is Cause this city may be big, but the people here are small And they often choose to waste their lives doing nothing at all And you know, it makes me sick Cause I long for a place far away from these spaces Filled with empty, vacuous souls And I must also get away to this crooked room and stay Until the weather doesn't seem so cold Well I suppose, well I suppose it's just as well That I'm living my life all alone Cause I, well I could never really tell If you ever thought of my life, or just your own Cause this city may be big, but the people here are small And they often choose to waste their lives doing nothing at all And you know, it makes me sick Well I long for a place far away from these spaces Filled with empty, vacuous souls But I must also get away from your crooked mind and stay At a distance if I ever want to know

Oh, lately I've been trying so damn hard to get away Because living in this city makes me weaker every day Being constantly surrounded by people, noise and cars Makes me hunger for a field beneath a big expanse of stars And I told myself I'd be just fine in the days before you left But reality is sinking in and now I feel bereft Of a reason to think anything will ever be worthwhile So I'm hoping someday soon I'll find my own reason to smile Cuz sometimes I get so sad I wish my tears would turn to rain And that the storm that I've created comes to wash us all away Leveling the city, 'til there's nothing left but seeds From which will sprout a forest, oh, the perfect place for me And baby, we've got time Oh, you know, we've got the rest of our lives And baby, we've got time If you want to And I know that it's unhealthy to stay cooped up in my room And I know that you don't mean it when you say that we'll talk soon But that's okay, cuz life is long And until that time I will stay strong Well but some days are worse than others, and I'll readily admit That despite moments of clarity, I often feel like shit Like right now I feel okay enough to write these stupid lines But goddammit if I don't just get so lonely sometimes And baby, we've got time Oh, you know, we've got the rest of our lives And baby, we've got time If you want to