I used to have a life

As a haberdasher

I spent my evenings as a

Vapid party crasher

And now the store is closed

The jackets gather dust

We all got sick inside

Pauper to the upper crust

Downslope

We fought the good fight

With a broken microscope

Downslope

We ran uphill

And now we’re running out of hope

I used to spend the day

Fretting over sizes

But now a microscopic storm

Slowly rises

I can’t take anymore

Anymore of this

I need you in my arms

I need your lips to kiss

Downslope

We fought thе good fight

With a broken microscope

Downslope

Who took thе safety net

From below the tightrope?