Fables

Dragging down the dream
Show them exactly what it means
Again and again and again and again

See the ashes upon yourself
Upon myself
Again and again and again and again

But you don't mean a single thing, don't know what it is
Recall youth, recall (I guess) it's true

So I guess it's too much to say, too much to take
It's all for you, I guess it's true

See her hounds
Her plastic shoe
You wonder why

I guess it's burnt lips, I guess it's something else
But I guess I've learned by myself, "well..."

I guess it's burnt lips, there's nothing else
Remind yourself that I won't be there

Twenty-thousand papers against the school yard fence
Just another lesson erasing their names
Smoldering their past, it's a case of arrogance
A fleeting memory or a summer test

But even after
The epilogue is written
If I went back and had you
With no pretense or bitter values

I know that I'd tell you
Again and again and again and again
That's how it always ends