Should’ve got it on the record

But I can’t believe a word you said

And I should’ve seen it coming

Nothing ever leaves my head

You would make a perfect picture of unrelenting nervous dread Could I call upon an angel

Or do I even have a friend?

All the while I was waiting

Like I never have before

My presence beckons only answers

You just left it on the floor

Said I’ll probably see you later

The truest mirrors always crack

For a picture so bold, the image fades to black

They’re running off now

You don’t have time

Your sight is changing now

Mine goes blind

Drunken ones come down the alley

At the pace of a tiding pool

Singing pop songs from memory

Offending those around them too

Feet become the ground

Don’t make an appearance

Sweat and tears will poison earth

The growth will never survive it