Landmarks of the muses that inspired the music

When I could break it off and chill without trying to lose it

Admiring you inside of a blue revolving room

And ruminating on opportunities that I got to prove that

I was the one, baby I was a bum

And honey I shoulda dipped but baby I couldn't run

You were vodka and rum, I was honest and young

Apologetic opportunism inside of a gun

And you were powder, power, demons, flowers

Many different people, venus, ours

Mine, theirs, why should I lie baby I'm, scared

Miles from a place where my

Mind, clear, making my mind up

Tryna make a real bird out of a wind up

Tryna hold tight, tryna grip to it

Thinking like I gotta follow through because I signed up

Make it, break it, give it, take it

Love it, lose it, trippin, face it

Fell into you in many different, places

I can still see them now

Landmarks of the muses that inspired the music

When I could just hang out with you without hiding in music

Confiding in you inside of a room I thought was moving

Ruminating on opportunities that I got to prove that

I was the one, and maybe I was the one

And honey I shoulda dipped but baby I couldn't run

Sometimes I still remember how to be young

I wander in and out of knowing what and how to become

Not far, from the places i'd explored with you

And all the ruckus that I caused with you, got lost in you

Hit it off with my Boston crew

They said roth she was born for you

I couldn't argue with that, saw her in art in the hall of the flat

Saw her in sculptures at the park and in the garden intact

So if I dont recognize it then I’m calling it back

It's time that I should prolly call it a wrap, to autumn and back