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