"There is concrete below me and a sky above so blue. I'm finally leaving Austin and I wish it was with you. I am just a sickness and you seem to be the cure. How much can a southern girl honestly endure? Remember northwest mountains, they were snow-capped in June, You were napping on my arms on a Sunday afternoon. But, babe, I've gotta heal myself from the things I've never felt, Repression is my heaven but I'd rather go through hell."