Is it safe to say you're sorry for a choice you never made?
When the punchline kills the story is the day not today?
Is it odd to keep things going?
To savor all the wants?
Is the young one still around?
When the bottle has spun, and the choice was neither, point a finger to another one's wrong
Cracks start showing, eye turns inward, to the haves, the knots, and the gone
See that it breaks if you feel it slowing, if a branch won't give, if it's not growing
Just pour enough fuel on a dry enough fern, you'll find that it drinks just as well as it burns
Is it safe to say you're sorry for a choice you never made?
When the punchline kills the story is the day not today?
The swings, the seasons, the breath of reason
A crown, a fever, a good trick is neither
The quest, the reeling, the urge to feel it
On the cusp, on the run, never there
Is it safe to say you're sorry for a choice you never made?
When the punchline kills the story is the day not today?
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