Saib/Damascus

Not a question, but more of a favor
Answered with a handshake and a bow
The old man supplied for collateral
And all but habitual, and met in Saib

Not an answer but more of a question?
For it's me who's suspicion shall be known?
And it's all but fair, and it's so looked over
Each reason for why my green eyes start to show

Where did everybody go?
I'm left in shock, out here alone
I am a boy, I am a kid
How the hell can I stress it?

But I'm looking past the darkest lights
To see a moral compromise
But where's the line, where does it end?
Too young for luck, too old for friends?

I know it ain't important
I know it ain't important
But I'm dreaming of Damascus
Erasing everything I know

"Time is gone, don't mean a thing
It's meaningless," that's what I'd say
If cared enough to care not—no
—That ain't the way it's supposed to go

At this time while I'm this way
It's just my job to miss the day
But when's the day that it all stops
And I can use a phrase move oh—

I know it ain't important
I know it ain't important
But I'm drinking out the desert-scape
Where I used to be