Call it what you like
A sober try
A low flyby transit
Houston hear my call
I'm spinning out
A tail-dive jester's gambit
I'm far too gone to turn back now
If I could bribe the Gods
For a time machine to every one last try
Fill my mouth with stones
Swallow them and the weight of the words I've thrown
But, I'm far too gone to turn back now
White lines and postcards blur and they bend
Rewind and remake, still find your end
Whispering words felt like sin
Don't ever question my gambit again
I'm all scabs and scars
And, puppet strings feigning foolish smiles
Bartering the past, promises for things that never last
And, I sold the fire for the gain
And, the glories that never came
Heavier things sit patiently
White lines and postcards blur and they bend
Rewind and remake, still find your end
All our whispered words felt like sin
They'll never question my gambit again
