TODAY AND ALL OF SIX MONTHS AGO

So you can get off from that Highhorse now,
the one you yourself put yourself up on
Cause things are coming up all around your way.
Things you would claim to have seen, but in your own way
Back on their way to frame you

So was it supposed to be how you though it ought to be,
With piles of crispy paint flakes?
Decay from a thought-flawless art form.
Oh kidding yourself and some others too,
Now there's a couch with stains
And a carpet in a house not too much finer

So do I sign this piece of legal paper?
Or do I take my things to a place that is yours,
And I'll make it mine, I'm going to make it up to you
I'm going to make it home to explain to me - add clarity
That all of this is sound and reasonable

SYNAPSE CLASSICA