Relinquishing debt, visit with the vet, these are the signs of an ever changing time. Mind you, the trinkets are off the table, and although I'm still stable I'm blind to the cause.
Don't wander around my grave. At least ponder the grave. That day when I heard the cause... the noise was deafening, the din, the stench of ethanol. At least like minded twits can laugh at the stench of it all, as children grow beyond the beautiful. At least time is a pilot that does't beleive in the rapture. And over and over you'll hear that innocence is dead. That the feeling of falling is the feeling of drifting instead. If all of this woke up and crawled out of bed, like the child that's living and loving and lost in my head, then everything I know is dead.
Don't wander around my grave. At least ponder the grave. That day when I heard the cause... the noise was deafening, the din, the stench of ethanol. At least like minded twits can laugh at the stench of it all, as children grow beyond the beautiful. At least time is a pilot that does't beleive in the rapture. And over and over you'll hear that innocence is dead. That the feeling of falling is the feeling of drifting instead. If all of this woke up and crawled out of bed, like the child that's living and loving and lost in my head, then everything I know is dead.