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Valediction

Your broken heart is not my crime
There's something out there that I've got to find
When I'm in your arms I feel like I've come home
But I gotta keep on rollin' on my own

I wish there was a better way to say this without hurtin’ you
But I know you well enough to know you’re gonna take it personal
Tell me that you’ve heard it before and call me a turncoat
‘Cause I prefer to go from terminal to terminal
And keep searchin’ and roamin’ instead of returning home
But like a turtle, my only home is internal
My life is an open journal and I journey alone
You were the center of my circle at first
But there was more beneath the surface like the words of a poem
I’ve got my own version of eternal devotion
And your emotional nervousness is hurtin’ my growth
So for me uncertainty is all that’s currently known

I wish I could say truthfully that it isn’t you; it’s me
And the newness I seek is just stupidity
In fact, I would say that if I thought you would believe it
If we could mutually agree on a few good reasons to do what we need
To do, and if you could believe that you’re still beautiful to me
Then we could leave without either of us grievin’
You knew that I needed my freedom
And you said you were open to seein’ me leave
When I needed, but now I can see you were only deceivin’ me
Dreamin’ of keepin’ me, and now you accuse me of treason?
I told you the truth and you refused to believe me
So now how have you been mistreated?

Your broken heart is not my crime
There's something out there that I've got to find
When I'm in your arms I feel like I've come home
But I gotta keep on rollin' on my own

So close the door, you know I gotta do it right
One last time, before we say goodnight
It's only life, it's only life darling
But then again, who knows the way are heart' supposed to go

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from Apocalyptic Utopian Dreams in the Western Wilderness, released September 30, 2009

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