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