Overgrown

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

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