Trunk of a Dead Tree

All that aside, they were right about you. Right about you all along.
Not that it matters at all, but I don’t think I love you.
I wouldn’t know if I did though, not anymore, and not ever before,
just like forever before.
All those sirens break the silence, all those gawkers stare.
I’d be fine just living life in the trunk of a dead
tree, trunk of a dead tree.
The more that I think about this, the more that I think about this,
and nothing much else seems to come from thinking about
this for such a long, long time.
It’s been a pretty long time.
All those sirens break the silence, all those gawkers stare.
I’d be fine just living life in the trunk of a dead
tree, trunk of a dead tree.