I didn't try my hardest to build a life I'm trapped into
I didn't pour my heart out for a couple of good reviews
I'm ok but, I don't think I can handle this
I know, I'm sorry to leave but your family was nice
I had a talk with your dad, gave me some decent advice
he said you can't go around being so sincere
if you wanna take a stab at this music career
and so me and Esperanza are going to find a way to make sense of this
somewhere less perilous
where our backcountry therapist is

Because your positive vibes are poison arrows sometimes
Your words are lakes that my mind can't swim across
Your love's a generous storm, my tent is flattered but tired
What can I do but zip up, block it out?
To hear the beautiful songs in my head

I could pay for press or go find the little Walden of the 395
Quit playing shows and start showing up randomly
in the driveways of friends of mine
I'm ok but, I don't think you can plan for this
I head you try to explain me in the kitchen last night
I know I'm hard to defend, but it's cute that you tried
I never felt like I had anything to prove
but I don't want to be a source of embarrassment for you
and so me and big Baloo are taking measures to make sure that we make sense of this
some healthy heretics on our backcountry therapist quest

Because it's plausible I'm naturally flawed by design
and thus my escape from all I used to love
It's not happiness that I crave, it's being content with my days
spent completely anonymous and alone
I'd trade the bulk of my life to stay here.