Aren't you proud now
I've swallowed all my pride
so you could say I was full of it
It tastes like whiskey or wine

I want more of it, but
music no longer moves me
and their words float through
scratching an itch that just isn't

Hello, can you hear me,
my dearest echo chamber
The game was fun, but the rules,
the rules I no longer remember

She's here with the longest stare
tapping at the glass without a care
For a second I would of sworn
since getting old I was still alive