you’re wasting all your time on a second-hand throw away

hanging by thread still listening to the words i say

you won’t know i’m going until I’m gone

though your tears will tell you your heart was wronged,

you always knew the lion would eat the fawn

 

at least i know i got some if i need some

 

only the lonely would find themselves inside of your bed

talking with your jowl, i’m howling at the moon instead

in all your greenest visions of make believe

i’m the winter chill that browns the trees

But you never seek shelter from the freeze

 

at least i know i got some if i need some

 

i think you’re pretty cool but as a general rule

i’m gonna hang back here in the atmosphere