there are stories in the soil, loose leaves cover the ground

there's volumes in the forest, no one reads out loud

if i could take them down off of that mountain shelf

we used to climb but no one tries to go up that far now yeah

we're all too busy working, entertaining ourselves

forty hours television and prescription pills

well i take two a day to make my brain behave

it never does but who's to say at least my doctor gets paid

so that's fine, yeah come by we'll take the afternoon off

we can kiss and undress or if you want just talk

cause i've got nothing real, just empty space to fill

and you're my girl i like your style just imagine all the time we could kill

and time's not poison but once you drink it all you'll die

so let's just sip it real slow

yeah we can nurse it all night

try to believe that once it's gone

we'll pour another round and come back to life

come right back

i guess i'm moving faster now or that's what they said

and though some days still take forever i can't disagree

because it seems to me that i wake up and sleep

look in the mirror have no idea what happened in between

but i remember counting days down 'til the year could be done

so i could scatter all my notebooks on the prep school lawn

and disappear again into a summer's bliss

of staying out sleeping in and getting drunk with my friends

that's gone and i know that it won't ever come back

i accept i won't cling to what i had in the past

but life's a slippery slope, regret's the steepest hill

hope for the best, plan for the worst and maybe wind up somewhere

in the middle

and i'm not saying that i know what i want

but i know what i don't,