See I saw you

You were there

You were sitting with your Alabaster head

And I know that it was you because finding you was as easy as one plus two

And You think you're smart with your Moxie true

But I tell you mate we are all lost too

It's a story that we've all told

A story of our own inner folds

I try to make it clear but maybe it’s dead upon reaching your ear

I rue the day that we young

The day we all had our Alabaster heads

I rue the day that you had won

Our were victories cheap but yours were pure

I rue the days that I wish were left undone

I rue the day that I had won