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