Half - Life of an Autodidact

Is love a fool, a brackish goad

Protected like a lilac cove

Becomes, by the breath of the sun

Denuded and diffused again

While the wind, so sired, so subsumed

Forbade his day by rule

To ever lapse into ruin

And regret

Juliet, oh I can't crease

I get tired, I just get tired

Fleur-de-lis, noblesse oblige

Pounce the lions, I just got tired

Along the flame to you

Among the way to you

40 years to finally wake up

And 9 more to sling the snakes out of you

Richly pink, that steel poem flam

A flint of luck, miscast my chance

As one does, after days, a droll dance

Triumph after triumph dashed

Words that churned past fire and the moon

The stranger crossed my view

Making good on their promise and their youth

Purity, please, oh, I can't preach

I get tired, I just get tired

Fleur-de-lis, noblesse oblige

Pounce the lions, I just got tired

Along the flame to you

Among the way to you

Along the flame to you

I'm on the way to you

40 years to finally wake up

And 9 more to sling the snakes out of you

Along the flail to you

Among the way to you

Along the flail to you

I'm on the way to you