Lie in hard, hard beds. Your eyes fade and then it floods in. I think there's something you overlooked. This lazy haze won't stick me. You're rustier than you care to know. The scars will remind you. Are you sitting still, or am I moving too slow to see you move quicker? If I could whittle myself away, I would. I received a gift from my parents on my birthday. I carry it with me everyday. I would get rid of this thing if I could. The meeting and passing is understood. This lazy haze won't stick me. I'm rustier than I care to know. If I could disappear, I would. I could.