Lissom was the lie that you told yourself
Was it meant to be or was it a dream just spent?

And on the starting line
We falter
And give up on what
Could never be

Can't let this memory break my back
Like a stone into
This window of our
Friendship that was anathema
Friendship that was anathema

The evil we've become
The evil we've become

And on the starting line
We falter
And give up on what
Could never be
And on the starting line
We finish
And kiss the blade of grass
That knocked you right down off your feet