It's mid to late August and everyone's gardens
Are all overgrown, too much time on their own
But the sun's coming out again
Then we'll blink and another year's over again
I thought it was this time of year when you're meant to plant
All the tomatoes and all of the garlic and maybe the onions too
I was dead wrong, but that's not a reflection on you
I'm sorry, I don't have your green thumb
If you feel neglected, I don't mean it that way
I'm just up in the air, half a mile away
Though I never set out to make anyone sad
But not meaning to, don't count for shit if I have
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It's early September, the sun's getting warmer
Just north of the city and near to the water
I think of you still when I look out the window
The bore water fogging my vision
It's not where I'm living, but I'Il call it home
Just as long as the sun comes from eastward, rough coffee from Dome
And the feels from my chest after I've cleared my desk
They don't last long enough, everything's back to rough
If you feel neglected, I don't mean it that way
I'm just up in the air, half a mile away
No, I didn't set out here to make you feel sad
But not meaning to, don't count for shit if I have
Now my sister's expecting, it's due in mid June
If I'm up in the air then I'd be pretty rude
Though I never set out to make anyone here feel bad
But not meaning to, don't count for shit if I have
Now wait, take a break
I'm putting my home into all that I make
It's not brave, but it's safe
And I hope I can make one of my own some day
Though I know that I won't have your green thumb
You felt neglected, didn't mean it that way
I'm just up in the air, half a mile away
No, I didn't set out here to make you feel sad
But not meaning to, don't count for shit if I have
And it's not a reflection on you
Just a product of all that I do