On The Wall

She told me that

She did not trust at all

The ones who did not age

And that at that

She knew she must not fall

Until the final page

I only dreamed

Of falling down the night

'Til I encountered you

And all my dreams

Are upside down, we fight

And after fighting, screw

I trust the ones who do not age

I do not trust the ones who wait

And understand the ones who do

But do not do until too late

I think

That I would rather recollect

A life misspent on fragile things

Than spent avoiding moral debt

She wished me well

And walked away, she saw

The writing on the wall

That nobody was there at all

♪

Oh, yeah, the parade

I used to always march in that parade

Yeah, dude, in the, in the blue shirts and the white shorts

And the do-do-do, do-do-do-do...