they say it so well, why can't I?

my mind is growing tired, too much thinking of what I should do,

I picture you out there, it must be beautiful this time of year..

well the weather out here is just the same, but the garden that you planted, remains.

now its only work, each day bleeding into the next.

barely scraping by, I tire myself out just so I can rest.

but rest it rarely comes, and when it does I cannot go home, 

because it's much too quiet, 

seems that I'm not suited to being alone,

and everyone around me has changed,

but the garden that you planted, remains.

I think about you, maybe more than I should,

but the smog is getting old, the drugs I'm taking aren't so good.

so will you talk to me? even though you've had a late night, 

because I need a little help, maybe you can tell me I'll be alright,

because everything around me has changed, but the garden that you planted, remains. 

coincidental words.