Leaves of Fate

The grapes are ripped straight off the vine before they're ripe
The fifths are drank, the eighths smolder in the pipe
Complaints to celebrate are fathomed and condoned
Such a fucked up state, not just wired drunk and stoned

This must be for someone else
Debauchery must be for someone else
Someone else, someone else
Someone else

The drapes are drawn to be ignored, to be polite
They stand to leave and can't stand to leave your side
The walls were painted white, now stained a color bone
The calls are weak and faint holler into the phone

This call must be for someone else
This privacy must be for someone else
Someone else
For someone else

Then I step into the room
I plan to stay and accept the doom
I'm not about to lose my cool
I'm just the lout to play the fool

The leaves fall from the trees and tangle in the rakes
The leaves call out to me, "what angle do you take?"
The leaves are glistening, glorious in the morning dew
The leaves are listening flooring us with storied truths

This must be for someone else
The leaves of fate must be for someone else
Someone else
For someone
For someone else