Instance of folly, there’s no word for watching what you’ve done. You can see what went wrong from the chair beside your window.

It’s your long lost pal, you can talk about it.
Talk about it now.

It’s a long way down. When you see me you’ll be happy that you walked away, you’ll take the town: I can hear you brag about it now. And it’s your job to try, but I can’t feel a thing, I’ve been dreaming up a way to leave.

Think you’ll be sorry? - it’s over for everyone.
It’s beneath all your thoughts; I’ve been very close to hear them.
But you go down thinking it’s a part of you from home.
And you go down only with your closest things.

You’re born to try, so figure what you own, I’ve been reading up about your place. I see you walk away, (in fact I think you’re right) - packed up all your things for you to take. I see you walk away, you’ll take your town, I can hear you brag about it now. And its your job to try, but I can’t feel a thing, I’ve been dreaming up a time to leave.


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