Cidartha

I'm saying sorry for the last time

Riding my bike down Leland to get there

People run him to thru beds quietly

No one remember how it feels to be sixteen

Come by your place

Sit in the same chairs

Don't take what I say for granted

In six months nothings changed at all

The aliens and the armory that band her to gods door

Unforeseen children want to jump rope

Life seems to play tricks on you and your fiends

So distant we don't love anyone

Take 90 west, end up at your place

Don't take what I say for granted

In six months nothings changed at all