Drift by, without catching an eye

But only you can do it right, only you are in plight

take the final shot, stir the honey pot, pockets emptied into the slot

Wonder why it all came down, the story had you under the crown

fled, yet again. Half - living at best.

barely dregs, of a dream up in smoke

Giving directions from a rut,

Sink in the quicksand, quick unless you take a hand

terrifying until its all over, the story told (is) nothing like the mould

the anomaly as an absentee, and you down on your knees