Cling from change like a tree in a hurricane.
Sometimes it gets to be more than you'd thought
and all your confident friends fly through
your pulverized shelter from it all.

What a change they've made.
I wonder just how revolutionary
they'll be after all the fun is over looking at just how
ugly their faces can get in the rear-view.

The only thing you ever did was desire youth and feel farther away
every year.
What a crime that is.

once you're gone I don't know just how special their over-bright
minds will get after this last over-reaching manipulative
display of how little of the sugar pouring from their eyes and
mouths doesn't turn splenda, **** the lights in their eyes, maybe
give them one last cry, then let them die.

Apart from this last gasp of hooks spewing from one's mouth the
story's over and you might kite a night time flight way past
any we've ever had.