stones

I threw my stones down so long ago

Like in the story Hansel and Grettel told

I lost my way down the dirt path

The witches' bottle,

I only drank half

A bitter loss, honored sold

I had the choice of two roads

Of two roads

And I swore I wouldn't get lost

Talk slow

You've gone and lost me

And don't show

If my words mean nothing

Just listen even if they don't

I never sat and pondered when I'd die

I just never thought that much I wonder why

But when I go, if I go soon

Just throw my ashes to the absolute

Talk slow

You've fucking lost me

And don't show

If my words mean nothing

Just listen even if they don't

Chances are it's a thin line that narrows

Waking up in this aging despair and I

Couldn't get past the breaks at the fault line

Once I realized at once, all the fault was mine

So, talk slow

You've gone and lost me

And don't show

If my words mean nothing

Please listen even if they don't