Chow

Everything ages poorly
So you won't see me worry
I laugh when my body tells me
I cry when my brain compels me
So I won't fake, I'm sorry
Everything ages poorly

There's a joke I like to tell about the pathway to hell
Called to the pissing post with a clanging dinner bell
No deep dives into shallow minds

Nothing always works, no magic set of words
Some chuckle, some choke, some thrive, and some curse
Some take root and some die, there's no dancing around the mines
Nothing ever works

There's a joke I've heard a lot about the road we take to love
Stalled out when you ran out of noncommittal shrugs
My tongue couldn't lift the compliments
But that's all people want
No deep dives into shallow minds
Don't break your neck jumping into people's lives

There's rocks below the surface but not much else
Keeping your circle small is how you rescue yourself
It's how you rescue yourself
Keep that your circle small