overheard your conversation. tonight i'm not satisfied. sitting here i realize that i always think i'm right. so it's over for all of you. my scenery is lakes and trees
i just can't keep all concrete. i've fallen for this metal and i love this handle
so it's over for all of you
two round holes cut into this fabric. and i will slide it over my head. i'll chase you for all hours. i never see you make the effort to chase me. now your final place is this lake. stare at me now on your way down.