Bygones cannot be just bygones, I can't let them be.
But there is much more said in absence, you won't see much of me.

Sit in your little room. I'll give a little room.

Let your ash lengthen, since you won't put your smoke out.
No give 'n' take, no output, maybe i'm here to put out?

I'm heeding to leeway.
Don't know how long that can stay, but I'm heeding to leeway.

I must sit still (be still my bones) cuz I said I wouldn't fuss.
You will be still (I know that now), guess you are nonplussed.

This room is your own while I dodge sticks and stones.

I will sing my lusty swansong in our last moment's wake--
Some little ditty, some upbeat shit--I am the genuinest fake.

Can't distract you from how it is you'll tell me
what it is you'll tell me when it is you'll tell me
when it is you'll tell me when it is you'll tell me

I'm heeding to leeway.
Don't know how long that can stay, but I'm heeding to leeway.

The butts just pile up but I'm still unredeemed.
Just space for one smoker here or so it would seem.

Make me far from here. Make me feel not here.

Keep your cool, keep it down, I said I wouldn't touch
but with the air so still and smoke-filled I doubt I could feel much.

There is a margin of freedom I haven't wanted to allow.
But allow it I must. Allow it I will.
Allow it I must. Allow it I will.

I'm heeding to leeway.
Don't know how long that can stay, but I'm heeding to leeway.
I'm bleeding for leeway.
I'm bleeding for leeway.
I'm bleeding for leeway.