There's Always Some Relief In Giving Up.

Why Couldn't You Let Me Have It? Why Did You Have To Take It? Why Did You Always Take Everything?

That Is The Rule Of The Wilds: You Must Be Bigger And Stronger And Tougher. You Must Hurt Or Be Hurt.

And When It Started To Get Dark You Pointed To The Sky, And Told Me There Was A Star For Every Thing You Loved About Me.

But Maybe You Carried Your Demons With You Everywhere, The Way You Carried Your Shadow.

Music, I Think, He Makes Me Feel Like Music