Skill, Come Back

The good news is I'm comfortable
When I can rearrange what's tough
But it's more than comfort and tables
When my ears become so rough

But it's all worth it to see us through
To watch us all mature as we all grew
And God bless that smile on your face
Now I know that I'm in this place

Still should life be so sophisticated
Yet true to the depth of the moon
Sung sweetly across the trains of jaded
As we cry "save us" so soon

And speeding paper plays it's philosophy
And I sit under them, with some hypocrisy
Still this week, my dream of no inanition
Let today be true, and not just animation