Winter is in a state of constancy And meanwhile, all the old friends Are just that And I'm wondering– when they built the schools Did they realize they placed them directly adjacent from the parks and the woods? And the structures enclosed? The places kids could go and feel safe to be unknown? A shelter for the stoners, the fumbling first-timers The jelly legs and anxious elbows of the awkward lovers With no time for the burden of nostalgia Hands full with the ever unfolding hell happening Because it's always there in the lids of your eyes and at the corners of your mouth The museum-like qualities of your parents house (with bu*terfly wings pinned to the walls) But I was running past you when you were running past me In these puppet days In these puppet nights In this puppet century I was looking for you while you were looking through me In those puppet days, in those puppet nights In that puppet century I was running past you while you were running past me In these puppet days and these puppet nights In this puppet century