If you're thinking that I'm lonely,
you should know,
I only know how fast it takes to
make your cheeks grow red
because you wouldn't talk back to me
and I found a guitar and re-strung it
with pine needles
because now I know
what a forest sounds like
(and I needed you to hear it
so I could say,
listen, here, play an A minor,
make a mountain range out of me)
because, see, I can get used to this cold,
these trees sing hymns into the caves
of my tired knees and say, yeah,
I know what growing tall all alone feels like,
I tried loving something back once,
and if you're thinking that I'm lonely,
then maybe you've never tried.