Retrograding

Your love spreads like ivy vines Couldn't pull them out even if I tried Stole my lips and greyed my eyes The fallout will be televised Remember all the plans we made The mirror's eyes look dead and glazed Can't close or far away But my face remains the same, unfazed I will never be Close to your idea of me I can sing and play guitar But I'll never be a superstar And just do the work, and all you can But be sure to have a backup plan I will never be Close to your idea of me Clenching my fist, raging Throwing your shit around the room Nothing else exists, decaying Searching but I can't find you Names on my phone, changing Looking for anyone new Straying off the road, retrograding Need a place to vanish into Raging, throwing your shit around the room Decaying, searching but I can't find you Changing, looking for anyone new Retrograding, need a place to vanish into