Raw Stuff

Rachel, I’m sad now
And it’s too hard to listen
My mind’s still a prison
And I’m learning
To trust you when I go now
And I’ll hold you to some distance
My heart’s still in schisms
And I don’t know how to live without
Whippin' my clouds
And skippin' my Christmases
My days could be numbered with notes made of letters
And I know that I love me
But lovin’s not enough
It’s not how I planned it
But life has some raw stuff
Life has some raw stuff
Rachel, I’m sad now
And it’s too hard to listen
I’ll stay quiet
While you’re learning
To take your time
And take the weight off your stride
While you learn how to live without
Whippin' your clouds
And skippin' your Christmases
Your days feel so numbered when he’s in letters
And I know that you love him
But lovin’s not enough
It’s not how you planned it
But life has some raw stuff
Life has some raw stuff
Life has some raw stuff
I’ll stay quiet now