I speak in circles, you speak in metaphors,
It’s never helped us before.
Rhyme with me, speak in time with me,
Maybe a truth will form.
Or go on and spit out a lie or two,
Wash it down with anything to keep you blue.

Don’t let your sad side win so soon.

The sun hangs low,
Leading to the darker half of day.
That means you’re on your way to make mistakes only night can forgive,
Live as you wanna live.

But don’t you cry when the cold sets in.

You wear the crowd as your coat to shield you from my cold,
Only half the story’s being told.
To friends to foes, to everyone we know,
You leave me so few spaces to go.
Where I can be and my past doesn’t show.