Is because I don’t want it here - here has
Let me down - here has felt like muck
It’s all mucked up - the loosing you the you
Back again and again - and I never wanted
To be here
The mountains, the prairies -
The sky that extends into the ocean
It all feels so daunting to escape
Yet it all feels so muggy here besides the tumble weeds
Perhaps now knowing
You’ll be gone and won’t ever return, ever
I’ll find my escape amongst the creeks of Colorado
Or the sea of the Carolinas - or the hills of New Mexico