sun setting slow and the leaves blowing faster
skin getting thick, lips are soaked with disaster
just an imposter composing a rapture
of beautiful lies holding strong with great stature
you are like a statue made of stone
and I'm just a loser getting stoned
post-pone the final let down, please
can't take this shaking in my knees
I need the breeze to carry me home
I need to get back to being alone.