In the late hour of the obvious night, I go to the woods I run deep down into the caves I used to try to avoid I think about my life and everything I've done that was wrong I hit myself with my own hand until bleeding comes I trip and I fall into trees with branches cut in my face I pound my head into rocks until I'm dizzy and I say I told you many times not to get ideas about yourself I told you many times not to be yourself, I say This smallest bird flies to my shoulder, sings the tiniest song I gaze right at the bird, you're wrong, I say, I shoot her down I think about my ways and why I let go of others I think about my case, I can't show them to anyone I find a wall and down I whisper all my hopes and dreams I dig a hole and down I whisper all my needless fears I cover up with mud, secure the mud with heavy stones I see a pine, a large road, see it grows like a bush Oh my love, oh my love never understood Oh my love, oh my love things don't end that good Once we left from the hooch Oh my love, oh my love never understood Oh my love, oh my love things don't end that good Once we left from the hooch