Slip yourself into a time That’s a little more comfortable A little more gone, is best to describe Some past That’s a friend of mine But never that smile Eyes that take you in, and take a while Slow That’s what you are I’m glad it ended the way it did I’m glad it stopped Someone had to grow up And the other had to continue being the kid Nagging at me, something left unsaid Someone to wish being blessed While wanting to put a gun to their mutha fuckin head Bleeding like you’re alive, through the tears But you’re really dead Nagging at me, something left unsaid…