Trapped in the Song

We bent the hose

To slow the flow of time down to a trickle

Found a pad in the shade

To drink up those halcyon nights

Now the pressure is starting to build

Draw distance drawn to down to nil

Unplug and put away

The unused food and drink synthesizer

I know there are good times still coming

I know there are good times long gone

These aren't the good times

We're trapped in the song

Early Mae it was you on the field

With the whole team

Giggling out of your mind

About what you'd become

Jolly roger bottles

In a comical mound beside you

Cartoon labels for cartoon minds

I once was a person, I know it

You once had a life of your own

Now we're cooked in the magma

We're part of the stone

I know there are good parts still coming

I know there are good parts long gone

This isn't the good part

We're trapped in the song