Like Folklore

I lose it all.

Race to the bottom like a waterfall.

Way deeper down,

through the mud where nothing can

be found.

Things still appear to grow.

All the thoughts I've left behind.

(Unpredictable) arpeggio

I'm gonna lose my mind

Builds up like folklore

Adding drama through the backdoor

At slow pace adding flavor

that makes it possible to savor.

Savor, Savor

Flavor, Flavor.

When my mind goes deep

I get the sense it's not part of me

But in whatever flow

I'll be watching for the undertow

But things still appear to grow

All the thoughts I've left behind

(Unpredictable) arpeggio

I'm gonna lose my mind

Builds up like folklore

Adding drama through the backdoor

At slow pace adding flavor

That makes it possible to savor

Savor, Savor

Flavor, Flavor