Lyric discussion by birdbone 

I'll leave some of your interpretations even if I am not sure of them, but surely:

Oh what did I think (would happen) Bank robberies and a few drinks (slip back in) Every page torn out in a planner penciled in doubt, Color slides, and India Ink Landscapes strung up and still wet Former ranges now lay flat Barely spring but green enough Obviously scarred but not too tough

Every single instinct, rung them out like rags-- every one I ever had Every fork and turn-off following your lead, evergreens and _____ foam seas Formulas and foul-ups tied in canvas bags shredded into tiny scabs Every single instinct, rung them out like rags-- every one I ever had

Every single instinct

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