The leaves don't look the same
The rot of summer drains every single day
And I heard you moved away
Something about being tired of staying in one place
"It's a long life" she said.
"You're gonna have to do your best to pace all of the sadness"
Well I don't want to wait
I'd rather play along with all the woes stuck in my head
Just give into the weight
Try and accept the fact that nothing's going to change
I'm meant to fade away
If the meek shall inherit the earth
I'll be King
And it's hard for you to say
"I hope you're not the same person you were
Back in those yesterday's"
Well I'm sorry to say I haven't done much
In the way of trying to change