A Departure - Live in Kingston, UK

To scratched out

For everything

Night fell on me writing this and I ran out of paper

So I crossed the name out at the top of the page

Not sure why I'm even writing this

But I guess it feels right

It sort of feels like I have to, like an exorcism

I guess that makes me sound crazy but that's alright

Lately I feel like I might be, not that I've heard any voices

Or anything

Just like that everyday kind, where you forget things you shouldn't

And you think too much about death

Maybe you know what I'm talking about

Or maybe you would have known?

Or had known?

Is it once knew?

I don't know what tense to use

I know I never used to feel like this

I used to never think of death or hear voices

I used to feel Like everything was perfectly in order

A "normal" life, but I guess then came a departure

That I know you understand (or would've understood?)

I guess things changed after that

And I'm mostly scared now

But it's there in the stories

Or whatever they are

You can see it

Anybody could if they could Look

I wrote some notes in the margins explaining it

The rest is in between lines or in the fine Print

First, the feeling of abandonment, then trying to cope

Then death and hope and the thing Itself

Waiting for me

It's all there in the pages ahead of here

It's there waiting for you

Or for me. I'm not sure

The whole story

For everything

For everything