Though would I'd known I'd kind of need it Is solitary, you put in the time But it fits with the narrative Overdoes it slick Kinda sick of waiting for the right time Hands up, pens down We're through with the test But is this test through with me? Can we expect to slowly decant The drops of ice water One at a time? Vanished delicacy And split hairs with machetes An onus I can only Just hope doing fine Cutting across you Making the most and watch it standing I wanna thank you just for singing to me My hands are close I understand them You never left and I never needed to leave So very long