Birthday in February like all of my favourite friends The first thing I worked out when I found out about you then I was always terrified it would happen again So much so that it took a whole year to let it in Now it's not so strange, I've had time to collect my wits But all the signs in Abbotsford make me a little sick Still I'm pretty quick to laugh at all the weight of it Until I stop and count up all the years I've had to miss Not that that's good or bad, it's just the number six Still don't understand the way my sense of it's not fixed I don't think my brain and heart will ever truly mix Or if I'll tell my mother that I went ahead with this Part of me believes she's kinda known it all along Then again she could be shocked and appalled by this song No one in my life thinks that I did anything wrong Except for me right after he said I could not have gone Just another thing that happened, made me feel alone Something else that showed me I could be free on my own Maybe when I killed you I killed any sense of home But I've always felt the most myself when I'm out on the road