t's a fact that the facts have all fallen out 
so call it on over to purge the doubt 
but you can't open your mind 
because you can't close your mouth 

so move it on forward without a parchment thought 
with a heart beat unsteady your own broken clock 

but you don't know where to move to cause 
you don't know where to stop 
and you don't know what to hold 
cause you don't know what to drop 
so you shuffle your feet through an empty parking lot 
with all the angsty angst that soon won't be forgot 

The feelings will fade 
You'll feel warm inside 
You'll feel warm inside 

The point of nostalgia will bring back the youth 
but the taste is unsteady a dry vermouth 
and you can't get the thought stuck inside of you 
so find another window maybe one without a glare 

but the one to consider might have rotten hair 
or a body soaked in ink 
or an artistic flare 
a body that wanders 
but a mind that isn't there 
a book of poems filled with cynical fear 
loyalty to another, man who would dare