Oh Don he does no good
Don he has no dreams
God he does not fear hell
He’s going down
Faced like he always is
Don he feels no tick
Taking a good deal out of contingencies

He once felt like
It all was paused
He once knew
The very midst of the merry-go-round

It never turns
It holds still

I can’t remember how I used to look at the stars
It all felt like it was a slow ride
It got the best of me
It got me right here

I can’t tag along in
This whole of a life rolling around me
All this constant funeral
But I no longer expect someone to notice at all
Bury me right here

It’s coming down, it’s coming way down the line

You lost me back then
It’s coming down, it’s coming down, it’s coming fucking down

The impending doom

I can’t remember how I used to look at the stars
Now I know for sure it was a short ride
But I can’t hold it
It’s catching up with me again