Before

Man, i was high, stepping out on goodbyes unspoken,
And, once in a while, i'd stumble out into the open.
True, i wasn't all i thought i'd be given
Some of the timing and none of it showing, torn from the
Blinds, all i thought, was 'how can i find it?'

Stops and fills have led to such a take-down and far and few were
Burned at the pouring, but, just can't forget it back
Where it's cone from. and never intended, a meadow rise
To spend all of your time with.