Buff as grey clouds, soap and mouth, ate a stray cat... haeY

Caught worried sick, retraced his steps, left fresh footprints

With 'room read', self-aware, can't take him, anywhere

Time's no more, so "what was it all for?"

Grams her death, from a cheap crystal ball

This carpet, it isn't magic at all

Such pretty views, but all we can do is fall

The tables spin, but you know the house always wins

He loved you more, more than you'll ever know

Horse-struck starlets, wrapped up in their epics, ground paper planes, it's all so poetic

Found a curve, got ahead, now he takes her, everywhere