It's really not so complicated after all

Unsent packages
half-burned mixed disks
and "I'm sorry"
just won't make it
off my mouth

'Cause 8-mile freedom
and broken bleating stars
have to fall
for us to cast our wishes.

And

You've always been nice dear
you've always been nice
like dark chocolate
with espresso
and raw tabacco.

My

unsent half moments
I've thought through the day
without follow
or faulter
since I can't seem to stutter

these words from my missing
these days of my damned
'cause I'm blissing
as you're dying
So I'll open a space for you.

My sweet little nice dear
I'll splice in my chest dear
with dark chocolate
and espresso
that's always been yours.