Finally the anchor isn't weighing downnAnd formally the letter is just gibberishnMy whole life I always wanted everythingnAnd my whole life I never wanted nothingnnSo if I don't gonI've leave insteadnLike a tree in fallnFalling one piece at a timenAnd wish you wellnLike a wishing well would donnCanvas cut and reconfigured 'round untilnScars cut up and reconfigured into paintnI could think about you now and never stop until I dienAnd I could keep my thoughts a lot more to myselfnnSo if I don't gonI've leave insteadnLike a tree in fallnFalling one piece at a timenAnd wish you wellnIf I have to yellnnAlmost passed outnAnd almost passed innMostly, I guessnWe'd need restnSelling the farmnThat's harvesting nothingnSome has becomenSo damned difficult