Lifestyes and Expiritments

Styes in my eyes
Friend, it’s no surprise
Stagnating like a forgotten wading pool
Clear and blue to grimy and green
Taken on a dull sort of a sheen
Seems

We’re not getting any younger today
Or any day after that
Or any day after that

We waded once
I splashed you with the wet of tears
Wading, mating, saying
Anything and everything

Lifestyes and expiritments
Trying on faded costumes of a different age
You be the joker and I’ll play the sage
Playing dead is all we’re good at these days
And eff it all, we’re just Swirling twirling phantoms
Like the tooth fairy and santa
Might stay young if we just stay
If we just stay
If we just stay

Stay the same

Play lame
Play fame
Playin’ fame
Playin’ sane...