[Verse 1]

We played hopscotch on the riverbed

Long pulls of liquor till your liver's dead

It's been too long since I used my falsetto

If my mind was a neighborhood it would be the ghetto

Into the Wild for the thousandth time

And I am celebrating life with a child's mind

My sweater got snagged on the witch-hazel

Wonder if my heart's the same shape as this red bud

Body full of tingles like I slept with some bed bugs

Galaxies for eyes makes me feel infinitesimal

My own system of numbers are regular sexagesimal

You can't crunch those digits on a binary abacus

Struggling to mutter three words

I'm very bad at this

There's too much dirt under my finger nails

You don't know how liberating it feels to fail

To know these old bones are brittle and frail

I've been in the woods and seen the sterility of a blank night

And felt it cold cruelty cut deep like a shank knife

When these ugly ghosts take a seat at breakfast

I make it a point to use my napkin and not act reckless

My long legs feel just like trombones

Why are all my memories archived in sepia tones

[Refrain]

Which of these trees is a tamarack?

How deep will its roots grow?

When its leaves fall, I hope they fall slow

And when it's dark, I will strip its bark down

I may not be a whole thing but I'm a part now [x4]