Something I wish I'd ever told you Hurrying back to twenty, -one, -two Is thinking about those greenish-colored eyes are on the first of Every wet and humbled head ashamed of love I'm serious, man, I can't stop feeling Going out naked nature, air thin Coming on home to sand and water, lamb and slaughter, first of Holiday time and making pie Something I wish I'd ever told you Is flying on planes I'd like to hold you And nerves like never justified the feeling inside the first of Many old worries And it's worth it to me To skate around the bad times And all the little feelings Get tucked away at bed times What does it mean to take someone's heart? And how do I dare not take it apart? 'Cause thumbs and knuckles all are white with innocent spite the first of Typical sign of dark night What do I say if taking my time means rushing all the wrong things? I'd rather you take my mane And deal with the bucking and fucking up again because It's worth it to me To skate around the bad times And all the little feelings Get tucked away at bed times And I never really Would think about tomorrow 'Cause gurgling and reeling I'd wile away and drown in maple sorrow Autumn, breast of fall