Who Needs?

A field of dandelions
Nothing but cell towers and
Plantation pines penetrate
The sky out here

Someone on the radio sounds like Joni
(tells me exactly what I'm doing)
Too tired not to drown in apathy
(so sick of myself)
Father won't stop looking over shoulder
(oh my god will you fucking stop that—)
Sun pulls the horizon to his ears
(—I'm trying to sleep)

Every evening around seven I get the sinking feeling
The last six days my heart has been my stomach's guest
I would write a five page letter for you every night
And driving three hours doesn't seem too bad
Just for one more chance at what we had

Who needs another guy like me to tell them how to live?
Who says the ancient monoliths won't cauterize your bliss?
I need another life to learn about just how to give to myself

Moon hides her waning face in a tree
The son looks from the other side
It's worst that I could probably feel like this
For the rest of my life, unsatisfied

Every evening around seven I get the sinking feeling
The last six days my heart has been my stomach's guest
I would write a five page letter for you every night
And driving three hours doesn't seem too bad
Just for one more chance at what we had

I love you
I still use your lip balm
I wish you could admit
That sometimes you, too, were a bit wrong

There's nothing that I miss like the softness
Priorities
I'm so cold

Youth, ill fated
Though I can't help but hope to get back with you
I made it end

Who needs another guy like me to tell them how to live?
Who says the ancient monoliths won't cauterize your bliss?
I need another life to learn about just how to give to myself