Lyrics

It's over. I'm sorry.
You will have to live without me now.
I'm moving to Chicago.
I'll pick up my things tomorrow.

It's not you, it's me.
I'm like a leaf stuck to a tree.
I'd give my roots, my breath, my home, my peace
to freefall with the autumn breeze,
let the wind blow me to anywhere but in your arms,
let the city lights eclipse the moonlight's song.
A fever's burning my whole world into a rage but darling
you will
forgive me
one of these days.

Come closer. I would like to tell you how you shook my life.
I'm still inebriated
from the myth that you created
when you fell in love with me
and let me bring my misery
into your house, into your mind,
a cloud against your sky-blue eyes.
I can't remember how I let it come to this, when you were
wild-eyed and begging me to reconsider.
I had no choice. I slammed the door and blocked your way but baby
you will
forgive me
one of these days.

There is a special place in hell for one like me
who tears the wool right off the sheep
and brings a grown man to his knees.
But when you get back up it'll be better you than me.
You'll be the still, bright moon lighting up the sky. I'll be the insatiable sea.

Don't worry about me. I chose this life. I'm finally free.

Don't worry about me. I chose this life. I'm finally free.