Dumb Quixote

I've survived

Wearing guilt like an old Catholic priest

My whole life I have been

Narrowly escaping

Pissing into fountains of youth

Dumb Quixote

Too preoccupied with my truth

To enjoy anything in this head

Overanalyzing it to dread

You're gone

That makes sense

You're gone

That makes sense

Now I'm barely the person you left

You're gone…

I've arrived

But it's not the same without you here

Not sure why

I assumed that you'd always be near

I assumed that you'd always be near