Chow

Everything ages poorly So you won't see me worry I laugh when my body tells me I cry when my brain compels me So I won't fake, I'm sorry Everything ages poorly There's a joke I like to tell about the pathway to hell Called to the pissing post with a clanging dinner bell No deep dives into shallow minds Nothing always works, no magic set of words Some chuckle, some choke, some thrive, and some curse Some take root and some die, there's no dancing around the mines Nothing ever works There's a joke I've heard a lot about the road we take to love Stalled out when you ran out of noncommittal shrugs My tongue couldn't lift the compliments But that's all people want No deep dives into shallow minds Don't break your neck jumping into people's lives There's rocks below the surface but not much else Keeping your circle small is how you rescue yourself It's how you rescue yourself Keep that your circle small