The Wooden Sky Follow

I want to cut off all my hair
And go out walkin' in the cold
Carve myself a new hole
And talk just like before
I want to starve myself of blankets
And sleep here on the floor
Oh god don't let this be love

Stop calling me your lover
We'll stop talking on the phone
'Cause such a pretty voice
Just makes me miss the dial tone
So I'm gonna rip out my own heart
Who so clearly has betrayed
My quest for being lonely and my
Promise of the same

Well if I had a choice
And I'm only partly sure I do
I'd pack up all my things and I'd
Leave town and I'd leave you
Take up a residence
Just off the coast and
Drown a year or two
Oh god don't let this be love

And if winter fell upon you
Well I'd be outside in the cold
Not thinkin' about your red hat
No not missin' you at all
I'd light up a new bad habit
Start talking in the night
If I ever thought of you I'd say
Well I still think I was right

So the bird at my new window
Soon be outside my new door
Askin' me for flowers
And of what had come before
And I try my best to tell her
That I ain't never been in love
But god I ain't so sure

So I took to writing postcards
Send greetings from the coast
It's a shame I lost your address
'Cause I'm sure by now you've moved
Now I'll never get the chance to see
Your new home up in flames
Well if I had a match then you'd be
Certain that would change