Convertible

Things started fine.
Some things went wrong but I ignored the signs.
And I recall the nights we wove the silver robes from the moon above.
And I still weave in my own way,
but things have changed.
It's not the same. I'm not blind and I can't lie to myself.

Cursed is this life you lead, immersed in amphetaminese. And you swore that you were unchangeable, convertible.

Dreams gone awry and work is too hard so cut another line. Well be my guest but you should know. I'm not impressed with this cash you blow. And I can't turn my head the other way, I just can't stay. I'm too afraid.

Cursed is this life you lead, immersed in amphetamines. And you swore that you were unchangeable, convertible