You're not so vicious are you now? I feel ok to walk you down that ancient floor... I won't fall this time. An ashtray full of things I proved smolders in wait for the crisis of the day... the same refrain, but I remain removed.
It must be nice to burn your shoes. You get a new pair every afternoon. The same old style, they don't jump too high. Same intonation as they walk that groove down to the basement to crank the stereo, while I explain why I remain removed.
I remain removed. I remain removed. I've wasted every ounce of wonder I could lose. I promise you I would be elsewhere if I could... and stay for good.
There was whispers of water on the lawn where we once crashed, that ugly Sunday dawn. A makeshift, sidewinding blender surprise... dancing upon collapsing roofs. One for the fading moon and one to block the sun from all these stains that remain un-removed.
I remain removed. I remain removed. I've wasted every ounce of wonder I could lose. I promise you I would be elsewhere if I could... and stay for good.