Not such a simple turn of phrase,
Can\'t lay it out in one.
Never comes round simple,
The years for sure have won.
You keep on hiding, nice and warm,
Belly\'s ever full.
The last thing that we had as one,
A rug you had to pull.
I know someone who looks like you,
Well looked like you a bit.
Sharper than obsidian,
The right amount of grit.
Hard to see behind us now,
Fogs thicker than before.
Hope your duality is worth
What you purchased it for.
No time now to mourn the dead,
Or change that which is passed;
Just pray the friends that we were then
In unconsciousness last.