Overheard your conversation. tonight i'm not satisfied.
sitting here i realize that i always think i'm right.
so it's over for all of you.
my scenery is lakes and trees
i just can't keep all concrete.
i've fallen for this metal and i love this handle
so it's over for all of you
two round holes cut into this fabric.
and i will slide it over my head.
i'll chase you for all hours.
i never see you make the effort to chase me.
now your final place is this lake.
stare at me now on your way down.