Letters to the Far Reaches

Flickering on, sad to see the season
Come and gone away
My black-eyed friends couldn't stay
I'm afraid

Now I'm left with a mess
I'm way too overdressed for casual guests in time
They've all always got to be leaving
All the long long times

Sometimes we fight
And I don't treat my stomach right
Every night
It hurts
And I don't know what's worse
The eyes or words.

Flickering on, sad to see the season
Come and gone away
My black-eyed friends couldn't stay
My black-eyed friends couldn't stay
My black-eyed friends couldn't stay