Noccalula

We'll make it real loud
 Four years, we'll barely speak
 And you've got a husband now
 I have Waxahatchee Creek
 And you used to come here with me
 I need a heavy heart
 Allison's only calling me when her life's falling apart
 So, I pour it tall and talk to myself in my head alone
 But it's really better until I learn how
 To gracefully let someone in and back out
 But I won't worry about it right now
 Say what you're thinking
 I'm watching thoughts dance around in your head
 You'll let me down easy, or you'll beg for my empathy
 Your lips are moving, your mouth is so close to mine
 I almost can taste your spit, Pilsner brew and cigarettes
 If it keeps up we'll run out of time
 I'll write you letters and I'll write you songs
 And you will be endlessly distracting, and then
 It falls flat onto paper again
 You're in the Carolinas, and I'm going to New York
 And I'll be much better there
 Or that's what I'm hoping for
 And we will never speak again