Heaps of roads have given you
A thing to talk about or two
For now

But have you thought about
What happens when the thinning crowd walks out?
Who will talk to you when they go home
Down the rabbit hole?

Giddy as half and three year old
Laughing off the last few days, morose

It's becoming cyclical
It's something over which we've no control
In moments I will throw myself below
Down the rabbit hole