Discovered on the roadside
Remains of a soulslide
Don't forget to tip your waitress
She served up your last supper
Bought with hard earned money
From our empty table to yours
So many unfinished projects
You were first amongst them
Don't you worry your little head
I'll be alright, a
A plot of tulips frames the scene
Milk from a mother now unseen
I took the torch a long time ago
And you know I'll keep it lit
I'm glad we're no longer "friends"
You never understood the term
It saves me all the party pics
From your pretend new world
If reality ever hits you
I hope you survive
But I have my doubts
