P.S. Eliot - Bear Named Otis lyrics

I write you letters all the time
I never send them
This is supposed to ease my mind
Exhaust restraint until I'm
No longer inclined dock of the bay
You won't let me stay

Our excuses will always stay the same
Seemingly pressing things, stimulants
Playing games
All our empty exchange crammed into a frame
Dock of the bay you won't let me stay
It's not a choice it's just
The slow praxis decay
Black coffee, motels, unstrung energy
Decisive days are becoming few
And far between
Your diligent remorse doesn't mean anything
These rose-colored encounters are becoming
Few and far between

Our parents met on the backseats of datsuns
And we met on some stranger's
Floor last year in Washington
The evolution of a desperate connection
Dock of the bay you won't let me stay
It's not a choice, it's your dismal
Jaded display