Summer keeled over
A horse who's heart busted in its chest
Running a race that it was never going to finish

Maybe that's what I tried to do
Running a race
Before the days slipped through the asphalt cracks

I thought if I obtained the properties of tar I could still slow down the days
Knitting them together
Alas time always flew by when I heard you laugh

Now I look into the mouth of a dragon
Objects are always closer than they appear

I gaze into the gaping maw of this beast