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"Marc... you're leaving and I'm staying."

This whole album is so intense.
It's like... this is a great departure, and I'm leaving everything behind to pursue better things.
When I head your way, is this how it'll feel?
Though I won't be nearly as far from home as it'll seem, it'll be really intense.

How many people will I leave behind?
How will I handle it?
I hope the days will be great by your side, like they are when we're together.

I find myself hoping more and more that you'll definitely come up and meet the only woman in my extended family worth meeting.
You'd be the first person I've ever been... "dating?" to meet her. But you're the only one that's ever be worthy. I know you'll love her. Something tells me she'll love you too, so it'd be a lovely day.

You said you'd be honored. I hope you meant it.
Next time it comes up in conversation, I hope you say you'll be there.
I hope you won't back out like every other time.

My parents keep talking about how she's going to probably die shortly after her birthday party.
Like it's the only thing keeping her around, one last hoo-rah.

"She's just worn down, like a little old bird, she can't hold on much longer."