You spent the fall turning over new leavesnone by one on your way to the bar everydaynlike the lost, desperate dog that you arenBut you won't find what you neednfollowing that leashnnever the lessnyou keep walking away from me.nnYou spent the fall turning over new leavesnyou seemed more resolved than everndig your own gravenlie down, and waitnfor friends and familynto get you back up on your feetnso you can keep on walking.nnWell i've got legs of my ownna clean shirt for the morningnMy half of next months rentnand a bar or two to burn downnnWell I'm tired of sleeping on the couchnlike a guest in my own housenwell I'm tired of lying to the catnabout if or when i'll be backnI'm tired of painting over the pastnnYou'll spend your whole fucking life walking