I'm standing to close to a milestone
The brilliance is burning my eyes
I try to write down how the story goes
But the prose just gets lost in the lines
Is she needing someone to speak honestly
To tell her the truth and bleed her accordingly
Have I been running to long
And is it wrong to be
Consumed in the world of a Rochester girl
Her shoes will grow worn with time
I can't explain how it ends up the same
I better not say
I better not expiate
I'm standing too close to her picture frame
The colors they bleed
And I will incorporate
Seven heavens all in a row
And the prospect of loving again
She's getting verbose like a woodwind song
She's blowing a tune
That I can't prolong
Sucking the rim of an alcohol bottle
I could be coming up roses
But she's holding the hand of a shell of a man
Whom my envy has bettered this time
And I can't explain how it ends up the same
I'd better not stay
But I can't stop spinning now
I can't stop spinning now
I can't stop spinning now
I can't stop spinning now
I'm standing to close to a milestone
The brilliance is burning my eyes
I try to write down how the story ends
But I forgot
