The Roots Follow

I was looking at the leaves climbing to the tops of the trees but you were nowhere to be found.
Just beneath all the green you were buried like a little seed among the roots and underground.
I was licking at the leaves, but I was in short sleeves and you, you were like some sickness that I caught.
My sweetheart moved away, swept off like garbage in the ally way - I need more grace than I though.

Brother, I'm far away from everything good!
She's like a hot cloth on my fevered head and like a needle she leads me away from everything good (Well, I follow like a thread)
Tie me up! Untie me! All this wishing I was dead is getting old... it goes on but it's old.

I was swimming through the waves for must have been days but I could find no relief.
When I started sinking down I thought for certain I would drown until I saw you in the ocean underneath all the bright colored fish
Tell of a treasure in a dull shell.
"Such subtlety, so easily missed!"
You, my hidden pearl of pure and perfect love and I'm living example of 100% the opposite of this.
If I ask the same questions well maybe I repeat myself from time to time.
But it's because everyone who answers me is a liar.
She's like a hot cloth on a fevered head and like a needle she leads me
(Well, I follow like a thread)
But you untie me - didn't you untie me, lord?
And now I haven't even thought about killing myself in almost five months.