maybe i'm lost
maybe i'm a lost art
an artifact
someday they'll dig up
but i won't live in this time to ruin
so i guess you'll never find me with you
not under your heels nor shining your shoes
nor stomping grapes nor sipping wine with you
you've had your fill
and this will all
turn into a landfill
your garbage patch
your garden of steel trees
and polyester flowers
of april fools
and october surprise
(one day it'll pass)
one day you'll pass
surely you'll pass on
the history
that's secret to most passed lives
one day you'll pass
surely you'll pass on
the future
but your lineage will tear thread
or be strung up
some coming day
sunk into a landfill
your garbage patch
your garden of steel trees
and polyester flowers
of april fools
and october surprises
one day you'll pass
surely you'll pass on
and history
your supposed legacy will be gone
maybe i'm lost
maybe i'm a lost art
an artifact
someday they'll dig up
but either way there's no time to ruin
everything we do reverberates eternal
{i'll hit me with what they did five thousand years ago
cause it's already hitting me
in some way, maybe i don't understand
and maybe i'll never know all of it
but i'll hit me with what they did five thousand years ago
cause it's already hitting me
and two thousand years ago and fifty years ago,
you get it don't you?
you've got to be kidding me}