Should not make the roster Cause I am an impostor I tricked you by piling on the years I've been wasting my time On thoughts of all the cheap wine If you knew it'd bore you straight to tears More than the sum of all your greatest fears I have heard the anthems Blazing from the grandstands I find myself only getting bored That's when I blaze a tape loop Of white noise to reboot That good news is known to strike a chord Just like waves are lappin' at the shore Come on back and bring a little more Have you seen the gardens That is on the arms of Fathers' daughters dancing in the streets Well I must confess that You know my only goal is To lay amongst the branches and the leaves And let those gentle branches cradle me Would you not believe in time? Could you hardly prove it? I want you to know that I I could end it too In time Alright I got it bad