Past-away

Later on
When envy's
Caught fire

Is it wrong
A sign of the times
To play appalled too long?

Said to toe the line
Assume both your eyes malign
Clutch kind

Ain't it a faithless hobby
Eager to get down with limelight bodies
To feel alive
To feel mind lucky

Did you gab what you had enough?

It'll fall right through you
With a weight of our own
It'll fall right through you
It'll

It'll fall right through you
With a weight of our own
It'll fall right through you

Forging on a crayon line
Just say it's all your own

Cut a story out
So no one knows the route
True towner

Ain't it a faithless hobby
Eager to get down with limelight bodies
Sad tries
Crosswise

Did you pad what you had enough?

It'll fall right through you
With a weight of our own
It'll fall right through you
It'll

It'll fall right through you
With a weight of our own
It'll fall right through you



Credits
Writer(s): Jaimen Sather
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