isn't it something imagining the old things we revived, 
the lazy fun, retrained, unaltered in a way it was never 
gone, with my last dollar i'll eat right, in the company 
of the kindest people alive, that you'll never know. 
dreamless, sinking, even backlit now, you turn to call 
the group you miss. take two of everything you used to 
own, papery lips now and all the hits. energy got planted 
low, it's gonna run straight off, and i've found that is 
the reason to go. i want to walk with all my friends, 
their backs are straight, shoulders are up. History's 
imagining the better thing's to sleep and die, the lazy 
fun, retrained, i've known it, just as always the bitter 
the kindest people alive, you will never know. --- if 
it's down t' me, i want t' back away, just step back in 
the lane and rush ahead with the flames, crawling all 
around, awake and cold, this one's for me, i've been 
caring much, take a weekend, hold in sun, the kind you 
won't erase if you're caring you want it, well at least 
keep it all up, you want t' roll in the weeds now, come 
up t' me, what did i ward off, when someone came up?, 
taught t' waste your fears so abhorrently soft, and did 
you come here alone with two people or more, they'll 
leave you running lonely retreating in song, and you'd 
still be one.