Thronei guess ultimatelywe re all replaceableand all the restjust self delusionto get through the dayheylook at that footprinton the side of the roadi wonder who made itand how their life turned outheylook at that watercolorsomeone left on the interneti wonder where the artist wentand if they found happinessheylook at that storysomeone once wrotei wonder what happened to the writerand the person they wrote aboutwe leave these trailsof our lives behind usyes probably nothing specialthough sometimes i followhoping to see better daysrather than finding fading fragmentslike ghosts disappearing into the fogi can already picture the daywhen the fog overtakes the both of usif you are able to find a better homei will try to be happy for youthough i would probably still wishyou lingered with me a little longer
Impossibleif i really could flyi would be eastboundover the north searight nowif i really couldstay young foreveri would be with youuntil you stopped needing mebut if i truly knew where you werei would already be thereinstead of searching for youthrough these forests of wordsbut because of youi will stay a boy foreveruntil the flame has gone out
