Albeit the forfeiture Of what's left I will follow In your footsteps Melting the bullet down Ascend the stairs I trust that I'll meet you there And all the crowd noise Drums my ears The doggie just sat there And cried Watch as I take a bow 'Till no one's left I'm hopeless to treatment And you know it now Slicing the movements between Pieces For sure, for sure had them running towards natural law For sure, for sure Comet taking place overhead: my knees Growing closer to my feet I weigh the blades below And still footsteps destroy The piedmont grass underneath Tiny hands Tucking myself into The rotunda's mossy turf With a drink Sipping, slowly Slowly, it's dawning on me Like a lightbulb moment Or the HUD Becoming visible overhead All of the characters You've been playing In this song An alarm clock in a dream singing A body, waste for spring cleaning, spread by a river downstream