You'll know I'm gone when it gets here.
You'll get that ringing in your ear.
You'll run through ribbons
writing every detail down.
You'll forget this all within a year.
Don't dream of water or of snow,
don't dream of people you don't know.
Some things are built to last,
and after lasting leave.
Practice saying H E L L O.

No sweat girl, I checked we're still alive.
Forever living.
What's your hurry boy?
This place is null and void.
Forever leaving.
I'm giving up my speaking part.
I got an incomplete in art.
I raise the flaps, I unfold all the maps.
I am putting postage on my heart.
You'll know I'm gone when it gets here:
that space that makes the air so clear.
You'll know it's me
that you'll no longer see.
Practice saying "mind if I sit here?"

Logic says I was right to have left.
Forever leaving.
I'd say come with me
but you're so absentee.
Forever out of here.