i've been meant to say so much
i've been meant to offer stories
many years old, many years open
where'd you learn the combat flight?
something gave me a power to flutter
prepared to make the great distant
maybe i'm shocked with disorder
maybe i'm privately mourning
to a mystical math occassion
you are always prepared, as am i
to shut the death out of your eye
maybe i've been playing many years, i'm told
maybe this time i'm not playing anymore
but an earthly ramble, and earthly slip
where marry-go-rounds are hip-to-hip
should it matter? do i stand a chance?
now the lights are always afraid of chance
they make miracles in the old advance
i treasure their art, their dance
i'm full of fear when it comes to choice
maybe i'm never again that young voice
but it shouldn't matter, i'm older i'm better
maybe nothing has mattered thus far at all
should i now take it for what it is
sleep in death dreams and wake like this
i'm sorry i'm still so bored
i guess it's part of growing old
i remember staying up late at night
with good thoughts and prepping eyes
now i just take my medication
sometimes early cuz nothing trickles down
nothing makes me want to save my thoughts for midnight
it's too soon to say whats up
but i'm receding cup-to-cup
and it always makes sense
at second glance, at fourth or fifth
it always makes me feel clawed at birth
make your choices and your decisions
i wont say too much about the stars anymore
where were going or what we left behind
sometimes i slide into the hard places
and the rocks fall down, now i'm just waiting
for an imagery to make me feel blessed
i wish i knew the rest, wish i knew the rest