Ballad to Mac and Cheese

Always find it right before I lose it

Never a guide in all the confusion

I love it, I hate it, but I guess it's alright

'Cause I feel calm anytime I'm uptight

Are the ones living those who've left?

When I think about the universe, it hurts in my chest

So get out of my head and into my heart

Let's hope this finish line gets back to the start

Only passing, these stops turn to stays

Confusion every week, each dawn a daze

Just listen for the sound of angels singing

The flame of fate is extinguished by movement