Overheard your conversation. tonight i'm not satisfied 

Sitting here i realize that i always think i'm right 

So it's over for all of you 

My scenery is lakes and trees 

I just can't keep all concrete 

I've fallen for this metal and i love this handle 

So it's over for all of you 

Two round holes cut into this fabric 

And i will slide it over my head 

I'll chase you for all hours 

I never see you make the effort to chase me 

Now your final place is this lake 

Stare at me now on your way down