I threw my stones down so long ago
Like in the story Hansel and Grettel told
I lost my way down the dirt path
The witches' bottle,
I only drank half
A bitter loss, honored sold
I had the choice of two roads
Of two roads
And I swore I wouldn't get lost
Talk slow
You've gone and lost me
And don't show
If my words mean nothing
Just listen even if they don't
I never sat and pondered when I'd die
I just never thought that much I wonder why
But when I go, if I go soon
Just throw my ashes to the absolute
Talk slow
You've f*cking lost me
And don't show
If my words mean nothing
Just listen even if they don't
Chances are it's a thin line that narrows
Waking up in this aging despair and I
Couldn't get past the breaks at the fault line
Once I realized at once, all the fault was mine
So, talk slow
You've gone and lost me
And don't show
If my words mean nothing
Please listen even if they don't