Better Late Than Never

You'll ignore your burdens and find shelter in a ghost town The rain forcing your hand in a race against the clock A treachery familiarized by hours spent wistful As you dig your grave only to leave it abyssal Takes one to know where to find you in your mind Escaped from the rain Takes one to know where to find you in your mind Escaped from routine that detains A Thorne in your side nose buried in relapse Entrenched in a daydream even daring for Oizys Yearning for the past, vaguely recognizing the faces As the present grasps the moment and flees to other places Takes one to know where to find you in your mind Escaped from the rain Takes one to know where to find you in your mind Escaped from routine that detains Takes one to know where to find you in your mind Escaped from the rain Takes one to know where to find you in your mind Escaped from routine that detains