The first partition
I had an idea about myself.
I wanted to tell you about my
Want and what you need.
As supposedly I see it .
I had this idea I had to say, to see if you heard,
To make sure you might understand
My way
Is no place to be seen.
I
The second part
I
Heard about this place they do
Things harder. Called the hard way .
Earn your place at the table,
Where sometimes it hurts
And at all times you'll take it
If you know what's good for you.
Nobody knows what's good.
It's why everybody slows and breaks.
We all take down. With twists and burns
And scars and crowns, these flat planes
Shatter and then they vanish. I didn't
Book this flight. There's one more and
So many other trips to take me out
For good.
Breaks and all,
Bad planes, ban people,
Things fall.
Part three
We've been here before because we've been
Here all along. Don't close the door you let
When you went out on an asshole's edge
And toppled over again with no head.
This cold night, oh, no, it's not you again.
Now go and don't listen no more what I say
When I can't hear you. Time belongs to the dead.
You and I to the dying so abide and let time
Run its line out and sink one more anchor
And wiggle and bounce just a little and then
Watch it all wind down
At last
The least
You could
Do to me
Please close the window
