About leaving she wrote
I see you more clearly now
Though you spew boiling oil aimed for my lips
You spew that I should not talk in difficulties
I get it: things are like other things
You get it: you'll talk to me when it starts raining again

About remind me she wrote
If she could file herself safely
In between two maps she would
What to do with all this confusion and heartache
In love would not have to think twice
He was not in my map anyway

Do not send me away
Do not send me away
Let me at least peer through half-closed lids