i won’t be leaving at nine, i’ll leave you a note
i’ll leave you a note, i’ll leave on the rind,
i’ll find you a loom, try and buy us some time,
i cut my teeth on this circle
too late to arrive, too gay to drive
i’ll return to you, keep every jar that you want me to
and yes you make me feel like i can rest
cool we’re alive at the same time
i’ll be your honest turtle taxi
i know if anyone attacks me you’re gonna start.
i used to bide my time, and now i spend my time
riding out the azimuth sunshine
i’ll find you some clay, we’ll read ties that bind
i’m still not writing but i don’t mind
i’ll teach til i die, let this all pass by
and i’d return to you, rescue twelve dogs if you want me to