t's a fact that the facts have all fallen out so call it on over to purge the doubt but you can't open your mind because you can't close your mouth so move it on forward without a parchment thought with a heart beat unsteady your own broken clock but you don't know where to move to cause you don't know where to stop and you don't know what to hold cause you don't know what to drop so you shuffle your feet through an empty parking lot with all the angsty angst that soon won't be forgot It's alright Give it Time The feelings will fade You'll feel warm inside You'll feel warm inside The point of nostalgia will bring back the youth but the taste is unsteady a dry vermouth and you can't get the thought stuck inside of you so find another window maybe one without a glare but the one to consider might have rotten hair or a body soaked in ink or an artistic flare a body that wanders but a mind that isn't there a book of poems filled with cynical fear loyalty to another, man who would dare