resolution for new year 2012 you would save 'til you made the carousel and you'd be dumping all you hoarded 'cause they didn't mean more than a bunch of props on stage you might even find some new ones after jetting off to Stockholm via Adelaide
where you'd rearrange your past to merge with each new twist that came you'd touch down, then you'd shut down, then leave before you'd stayed soothed only by a hope that the world wouldn't cope without you long but all plans are just on hold i'm told, until your afterglow is gone
everybody shunts out front and waits there on the street like some postscript might ensure the whole thing don't repeat give me back my upper hand give me back my second chance give me back my evil streak then guarantee it stays with me
everything you did just kept you buoyed and everywhere you wandered was a substitute, a decoy overdressed, overdrawn, volunteering last night's footprint on your face you knew you were trespassing 'cause you lied about your age to anybody that would hear you out while all your smoke screens leaned from range and drained their way south this birdhouse migrates too and i don't think you'll ever find your way out of it now
was running away more a punishment than being hitched to the cart? was it you that cracked my front door oh so softly in the dark? i've been sleeping most nights stone cold like the shoal that you hit and sunk but you were here, signed and sealed, just as real as any air left in your lungs but you weren't fooling anyone, though some might say your trail's as hard to read as any snake's i knew you last and least on Earth but no one outsmarts fate by making all that she made worse.