Season

Crushed Dixie cup
Pushed your luck
Rolling the shade up
Holding your breath
Buds peaking out
Of the black cherry bells
Careful you don't burn 'em down
With your stare of death

Crushed Dixie cup
All used up
You trust your gut
And your gut lied
Pink turning brown
On the black cherry bells
Fallen to the ground
What could that possibly symbolize?

Maybe it's not enough being right
You gotta prove it all your life
How to hang on to the love you get?
But how to make it stretch?
How to keep doing the things you should?
How to hang on to the days you felt good?