Album: By Chester Copperpot
I am walking south on 3rd and they just walked a batter out to first but you're on your way home where you'll cease to be you. Your lease is up, you passed your turn. I wish I did not have to learn I lost this dance, you lost your chance and now you're leaving me behind. You can retreat back to your safe house. Burn it down all the way to the ground. Burn this away. Ashes.