Rotten Black Root

It's harder than I thought to walk away from you

It's easier to know you're tryin' hard

Black bottle never eventually musing

You dead, dumb tree

Don't fall on me

Skinnier and tired

I see you walk

Although that book's all read in Revelation

How did I black out a crucial thought that

mostly on my death be resolutions?

And it was all gone on

From the house to the yard

It's not my fault

No it's not my fault

Strength it never comes to me like it once did

and neediness eventually tames me

I wait through the wait

A final embrace

Anyway I couldn't leave you here together

You rotten black root

I feed from you

So soothe my wounds

And let me move

Skinnier and tired

You're not alone

You remind me of all my brother's faults

Livin' in a morgue

A hopin' ward

Your skin is nothin' more than a reaction

To the rotten black root

Always choose

Please move

And let me through

You dead, dumb tree

Don't fall on me

Let me see

Let me breathe