I've slipped off and I've flipped off (my heart)
I've gotten lost and stayed in the trees with a fire.
                                          (reflecting in my eyes)
A small torch in my hand; a dancing liar.
Here we go again: a pulling on my mind's feet.
A loose foothold. A loose willpower.
That **** book about a wallflower,
nostalgia brain, going insane. (quite literally)
I've got some shaky hands but a sealed mouth.
The old soul is a cold soul headed south.
This trip will be a bourbon; properly aged.
No one knows. No one knows. Know one that knows.
That was the night everything changed.