Looks like we're headed for mean season
I gave you rhyme when you needed reason
And it's a shame our ways have shifted
Passive clown, unknown grifter

Burning bridges ain't as fun as it looks
Head of bricks and a heart that cooks
Spin the top, board the pirate ship
Lobotomy's botched and so are my lips

He said, "You're riding for a terrible fall"
But stone cold statues always stand tall
How many roads till you find the right path
Everybody dies, do the math

Looks like we're headed for strange reasons
To a place that never has seasons
And it's a shame our heads have shifted
Mature clown, widowed mistress

Like whispers on the quickening wind
Fire burning through brush-untouched
A moment gained is a moment lost
Some loves deepen and some escape
But from here on out I'll try not to take
Trust given I hope won't be trust lost
It's a petty window that won't keep shut
And a foolish child who lack shame
Everything that evades, remains
Good intentions never last for long
Reason refuses to stay in sight
All the things I hoped for never could stay
I wouldn't ask for very much
An hour or maybe one long day
Without the traumas of some inevitable day
A day when a moment gained is never lost