Mane - Conveyor

Something I wish I’d ever told you

Hurrying back to twenty, -one, -two

Is thinking about those greenish-colored eyes are on the first of

Every wet and humbled head ashamed of love

I’m serious, man, I can’t stop feeling

Going out naked nature, air thin

Coming on home to sand and water, lamb and slaughter, first of

Holiday time and making pie

Something I wish I’d ever told you

Is flying on planes I’d like to hold you

And nerves like never justified the feeling inside the first of

Many old worries

And it’s worth it to me

To skate around the bad times

And all the little feelings

Get tucked away at bed times

What does it mean to take someone’s heart?

And how do I dare not take it apart?

'Cause thumbs and knuckles all are white with innocent spite the first of

Typical sign of dark night

What do I say if taking my time means rushing all the wrong things?

I’d rather you take my mane

And deal with the bucking and fucking up again because

It’s worth it to me

To skate around the bad times

And all the little feelings

Get tucked away at bed times

And I never really

Would think about tomorrow

'Cause gurgling and reeling

I’d wile away and drown in maple sorrow

Autumn, breast of fall