Sage Francis

talking
I want you to be happy
and um..
that's like really what it comes down to
and you're one of my good friends in this world
um..
no, but I hope that whatever happens that you will be, like, real happy
not sort of.. fake happy
/talking
Maze broken. She's running. Feet swollen. He's coming. Cheese stolen.
Before he even knows it...she's gone.
Teacups sitting on the hollow tree stumps.
He's dumped and can't seem to swallow these lumps.
The beat goes on.
Same fire,
new passion,
old flame,
traded in for a summer fling
it's nothing like that sweet old song.
Tip over root the trees bend
the leaves blend in with the open wound,
the freeze frames keep him warm.
The days frost that's scraped off.
The weight loss.
The new sign that says "keep off"
as he speeds off into the storm.
Out of spite, the lightning strikes him twice
he's peaking out on the pike,
and cheating life,
peeling out on the lawn.
Now he's idling and time is dwindling.
In his mind he's figuring out life's about the little things.
And his labyrinth in all its magnificence
can only keep the mice trapped.
The princess is innocent, she doesn't belong.
*I never thought I'd miss you*
They had a ceremony where he put her in a bridle,
the headstall
She stopped to think for a minute and in a split second went A.W.O.L.
*I never thought I'd miss you*
He'd draw in the chin as an expression of resentment or scorn
He's pulling on the reins, the bridle, the shower, the storm.
The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war (x4)
Clouds are at war. (x3)