He fell lower than before, counting ceiling stars in groups of four

The effort in denial, the have-done race reflects the trial

But now I'm back and he's in between

You were not there to know what I've seen

Now the guilt adds weight to the scale

Your metaphors were of no meaning

And were the words I heard, really a sign of a treaty

The little bug took a swim, broke his wings

Bounced around, limbs all limp

An attempt to replenish, brought the most damaging things

Seeking shelter underground, brought me to a place so up high

That no one could see, I saw her drive right by my face

With her admirer's disgrace

A classic artist's trade, and it was too far to tell

If eye contact was made

The outlet

Now I'm back and he's in between something went wrong

I was too tired to see

And what will they do with the morning fawn

Now Five's come to a close

The outlet, came to shock you and your friends