Please Take Hold

You say your sense of direction is not up to par
You say you think that's the reason 'cause you're living where you are
You sit and watch the lives fly past
You wait for feeding time, you're rather fat
You think you're dying and your brain's your glass
We'll drink a toast to a previous life, and through the neck!

Talk to me, please keep my face
I am happy with your mood
Fall with me, please help me up
The left and right must stay as one
Please take hold

You reward me with your form, but it's rather hard to move
You endow me with your hеad, so I really shouldn't talk
Please takе hold

I'm not sure what I should say, I think I might just move on
I don't think you'll have a choice, goodbye friend, till next time we meet
Maybe next year