He called me at one in the morning
To tell me ran over a dog on his way home from work.
He started crying so hard that I thought he was laughing.
So I started laughing.
When I was a kid I went rabbit hunting with my dad,
We’d go after it snowed so we could see their little tracks.
We’d stomp on thorny thickets to scare them out,
But I was always so afraid of falling in.
I could imagine the way the thorns would cut into my skin,
And I’d get so entangled that I wouldn't escape till winters end.
Dad always said my heart was way too soft
Don’t cry, your heart’s too soft
Stiffen your upper lip. Could you even take a hit?
Always keep your free hand balled into a fist.
Only look forward, do not romanticize the past.
Be careful with your soft heart, it’s not gonna last.