rearview

I’ve burned out like a wildfire
With no space in between
Foreshadowing and hindsight
With no place left unseen
Been so caught up in semantics
That I’ve lost sight of the frame
Always stuck in a typecast
Cos there’s no rest in the cage
Running backwards to the place I built in my head
Rewrite the pages, set alight the words that they said
Because it’s just a game of chance in retrospect
And this was all just a waste of a night
With the hills that we’d run on in the rear view
Press your hand against the glass and just gaze through at the valley of death
Cos we’ve moved past all the highlights
So I’ll wipe the paint away from the canvas
Throw the cards off of the table and vanish
To anywhere but here
Running backwards to the place I built in my head
Rewrite the pages, set alight the words that they said
Because it’s just a game of chance in retrospect
Oh hell nah he shreddin !!
With the hills that we’d run on in the rear view
It’s come to pass and I just don’t want to hear you out anymore