Standing still, I dropped a quarter in your wishing well. Echoed back: I don't want to feel this, I don't want to feel that. I don't want to be here, I don't want to be that. Lover, you love me. Everybody know it's true. And I get self involved. I don't know if I'm well. You pull your weight in burden. Both your hands are hurting. Are you coming home this year, next week? Burn the pastors kids and find a new lament. Make a home to bury pointless dreams. Just don't... don't let go. Come on, I love you. Come on, I love you. Georgia bound. All you bastards just making me look bad. I'm starving now. I don't know if I'm well. You pull your weight in burden. Both your hands are hurting. Are you coming home this year, next week? Burn the pastors kids and find a new lament. Make a home to bury pointless dreams just hold on. Hold on. Just don't let go. Don't let go.