Sad
Oh how the ends end up
Often just ranting train wrecks
Our silence covered in spider webs
Mostly fluffy bits like garbled nonsense
Eyes staring steadily at times nothing's
The fading of memories over talking
And jabbing pens into software
We can call it good or whatever
You can call me a duck
Go ahead and I'll quack
Then fly off to paris
Lay an egg and
Take over an artificial lake!?
Oh how the ends end up
Often just ranting train wrecks
Our silence covered in spider webs
Mostly fluffy bits like garbled nonsense
Eyes staring steadily at times nothing's
The fading of memories over talking
And jabbing pens into software
We can call it good or whatever
You can call me a duck
Go ahead and I'll quack
Then fly off to paris
Lay an egg and
Take over an artificial lake!?