Sun is coming, won't be long
Pack our things, put coffee on
Won't be here when you wake up
Don't be angry, had to go
Busy with our lives and so
We depart to wreck ourselves
Can't blame anybody, guess we could
But it's not that effective
And by the way, who asked?
We can't recall the question
But sure the answer is
At the bottom of this bottle, yes
So here's to letting go
In time you'll stick to what you know
For fear you'll find that
Soon you're dancing to somebody else's tune
And they don't like to waltz
Who hates to waltz?
Walking the tightrope eternal it seems
Wonders never fail to cease
Squeamish or a prick like me?
Good morning!