And years gone by like a disaster,
Ever wonder if time came faster or the blunder,
Things don't write off always a forever after,

And there goes by now,
A list of expectations,
Knew it would always came without punctuation,
And I slept myself off,
For a couple of minutes,
When I woke up again they were still sound those of crickets.

I had to hand off that list off lies,
The one grew longer with time and ties,
I got to get off the train I ride,
The one I reckon doesn't have anyone on my side,

And I blinked myself to sleep yesterday,
Before, after, its always been that way.
I don't know what they are getting at,
Cracking up on what I forget,
Simple songs, they have more sounds,
None to interests or things to compound.

And years gone by like a disaster,
Ever wonder if time came faster or the blunder,
Things don't write off always a forever after.

And I hide behind that door so white,
Churn away the fridge ice,
It all cuts through the noise,
My odds of being unheard then bright,
To forgo any of those ties,
To sing myself a song,
And count to myself all my tenets,
Then strike the ones on society's rent.

And years gone by like a disaster,
Ever wonder if time came faster or the blunder,
Things don't write off always a forever after.