I'm going away.
I'm going away
And don't you ever write me,
Don't you dare -
The patched shade under palms
Will be more than enough
To keep me cool
And don't you ever disturb me,
I so swear
That if the wind starts to blow
Too hard and too fast
I'll know it's you,
And if the sun refuses to rise
I'll come to your door
And knock it down,
Like you did mine,
I'll shatter your windows,
One by one
Until they're only pieces
Like the picture of us I had,
The one so dear that I
Could not bear to look at it
Any longer.
I'm going away.
I'm going away,
And this time I mean it.