Saw the headline, scrolling the news at night Thought I'd text my old friend that night but I didn't know what to write Robin Williams, dead in Tiburon And to this day I can't tell ya why I'm still fixated on it Didn't know the man And i don't know his life But I've watched Jumanji probably 200 times Yeah, in my favorite scene they almost lose the game But they save it at the last minute and he laughs in this crazy way I always think about that laugh and his little smile Something uncontainable, larger than life Couldn't reconcile the gap that I felt between the crazy character and the fate that befell him Yeah he hung himself Fucking hell What a fucked up lonely death for the genie in the lamp The dead poets guy Mrs doubtfire No way to make sense of it, it was just too dark Saw your silhouette pass by the wall again Yeah I saw my old friend last night and we drank to oblivion He says I lost the thread, something important and to this day i can't tell what to live for instead i know what it's like missing half your life he says I see my old man in everything that i write Yeah, i can relate to the parent thing Yeah I saw my own folks last night and i see me in everything Every petty deed the control need even how they question you when you come with a problem Saw the headline, they're burning the Amazon Yeah i spoke to my mom last night and she'll go there alone These people fucking hell What a fucked up world we leave to the ones that we love Robin Williams, dead in Tiburon I can't truly say how come it meant so much to me when he died

I've been saving these couple of seeds Hope to plant some acorns See them grow in a couple of weeks you'll make lovely mothers thought you hated to sharpen my teeth hoped I'd shed some regret Now your silence makes more sense to me I'll make lovely quiet

Passionate love Passionate love Careful enough A crack in the door, you peek inside A shape moving past my mother's painting And here is a drink you'll take with ice And here is a drink you'll take with cherry I remember the feeling well The sharpness of pain, the immediate sobbing Right here in this room our human smell Alive in the realness of a body Passionate love Passionate love Careful enough Once as I was burying bones in the backyard behind the barn Beautifully bare with a bear claw In a cloying tone I find what I need Like leaves Love, as I was passionate then in the schoolyard behind the fence Beautifully scared like a baby bird But my burden soft and fine I plead: give me something sweet Passionate love Passionate love Careful enough

I was a backyard pinecone all fall long Leaves fallen from trees below Too heavy for trees to hold A backyard pinecone all fall long Pines dropping these missile shapes Too heavy for the ground to take Grounded this month Gotta write these songs And I'm doing all 31 3 more to complete the month A backyard pinecone plays no shows got no guitar to play he's happy in the yard today

We've grown so distant through the years as if a child i pine, see this clearly i want it all i want it all i want all of you I could not share this space with you but now i just resent our separation i want it all i want it all i wanted to lose you i seem to come unglued you seem to be without your sense of hearing i want control i want control i want you to hear me at three o clock i call you just like your father i hold no compassion i tell the truth know not its use know not how to explain to you i cannot walk this path alone i drink a beer and i acknowledge failings like how i writhe i strip the pine i tear the wheel at its bearing i walk into my house at night no one around i hold to no companion i hate the dark so faint of heart there's so much left to imagine in this the scope of my love for you inside a darkened room i hear you walking i want it all i want it all all that i cannot see in you