Overheard your conversation. tonight i'm not satisfied
Sitting here i realize that i always think i'm right
So it's over for all of you
My scenery is lakes and trees
I just can't keep all concrete
I've fallen for this metal and i love this handle
So it's over for all of you
Two round holes cut into this fabric
And i will slide it over my head
I'll chase you for all hours
I never see you make the effort to chase me
Now your final place is this lake
Stare at me now on your way down
