My Loved Ones

Gone off to sleep they have, my loved ones. I
lay down these fears I’ ve had since I was just a
boy. Scribblings in the pages scream out at
you. You’ ve seen this, and you know this to be
true. At last you’ ve finally learned that
“Stones” song. You crash and you burn, and
you don’t slow down for the turn. You
constantly contemplate what’s best. The good
life, or the hell that you detest. The band
always wrecks the song like a dirty string.
Snaps when you need it most, and slits your
wrist as it rings. Mind you what’s behind you.
It’s gonna find you. You don’t slow down
for the turn.