Overboy

Time was when my hoary tales had breached the banks of the Seine
I was nubile, nimble and sick-chic
I liked to play
I would sing wild, all would pray to me;
I was miserable
Now I'm not so slick

"Of life?"

"It's over, boy, it's not for you. I found you whence I left, you had caught sun, had withered. People stand and stare - it seems surreal. You no longer feel
It's over, you failed me"

Browbeat the ego, make it weak and life's fine
The less I speak the more I lie;
Repression sprouts and bites, a swelling essence of all I failed to be
Pro-rata I'm of fire
"and life?"
"It's over, boy..."

Spin so many wheels, barely holding

My head's so full that I don't recognise it

How do you do it, Jesus?

"Come back home, there's so many little ways to keep the wolves at bay. Boy you've done it again, you've dropped the ball. Kid you're better than them, devour them all

What you got to lose?