I don't want to change anymore. I've got no momentum left. My body trembles at your door and I am a stranger to your orphan and it feels like theft. I thank you for helping me move from lying low, but I have a heart to answer to now. We had taken it all the way but it moved under the midnight moon, so we played in the mercy of the dark. Our thoughts drifted to the noise of bullets making their mark. We became the things that made us strange and we have no right to complain that all that made us different is cemented in a grave. So with my dreams turned to regrets I bow to you and say I guess you got away through all that became worse with age. Maybe one day you'll get kissed and let it kill you,if that matters to you anyhow. If I see you around ill keep my head down.