As a melting fire-painted piece of string
To a newfound scattered day of aging
Until the memories decide to fade
To a mystery stained by secrets, secrets
As a clock would lose sight of the minutes
Backwards, forwards, under the shade
As a fight breaks out, a bloodied lip
To a hypocrite, a truth meant to come to grips
Until yesterday is hung, left out to dry
To a naked willow, stung by a bee
As far as forgotten goes, it's still early
And we're just trying to figure out why
As a drowsy eyed covering, too sad to be afraid
To a candle lit by angst, a burning grenade
Until we don't even know where to run
To an ending that fits, like that lost puzzle piece
As a dying lung finally gives in, deceased
Nothing really ever seems as fun
