There’s not much left
Post spending spree
I have spent so many
dollars/hours/hearts
finally broke, i guess
I’ll cut my spending in half

Can’t half a soul
Can’t half a heart
Halfway heartless, I’ve been called
So
walk the park we lied in / in the city that you’ll die in
But not me.

I’m going North
to find the right trees
I was barking up the wrong one
All along.