Please take another swing
See it all come down
It's over, another dream
Only this one was hard to tell
And when I'm old and over - bury me under scorched earth
I don't wanna waste another swing
So at least make it something with worth
See the dust rise off the table
Run your hand across the ledge
Taste the way the world collides right under your own chair
Crowds gather, entropy runs down
Evelyn carefully puts on her favourite gown
And if tonight my elevator should fall
Then I, for one, am sick of it all
So I'll write a reply and I'll use Chekhov's gun
While the godless all around me cast their eyes up to the sun
Unfazed
Unafraid
Of the damage that will be done