Wrote this on a Sunday after months out on the road
Wonder if you have regrets and which direction those thoughts go
Like was it worth it in the end?
Sometimes it feels like you just used me for my mind and innocence
And now I heard you had a kid, finished a book and got a wife
Things been good to you since that last goodbye
But I just have to say my piece
You should have known don't trust a poet
'Cause we know how to speak