Always such lofty gifts and plans.
Your romantic gestures were always so grand.
Oh to discover that they were just your calling cards...
the crumbs you leave to trail you wherever you are.
Now I know it had nothing to do with me,
so busy scattering to catch each one as it fell I couldn't look up to see-
you fear your folks, you fear yourself, but you're not brave enough to become someone else
and worse of all you're a coward of intimacy.
All the little Hemingways do it. (x2)
I don't mean to shame you.
I won't even blame you.
I just know your game and there's nothing to it.
Avoiding the truth without ever telling lies.
It's no wonder you're always hiding the whites of those eyes.
Now I'm overboard on the river styx.
Which shore will I wash up on next?
Take a deep breath and wait for the water to rise.
All the little Hemingways do it. (x2)
I don't mean to shame you.
I won't even blame you.
I just know your game and there's nothing to it.
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