Lyrics Familiar Haze - Frameworks

Familiar Haze

Your years will pass you by in braids of smoke
Keeping what you can in the cup of your hands
Your years will linger in the fabrics of your clothes
Settle in the folds and sheets of your bed
There as a scent
To remind you of the hazy games
Memory can play
No one cared to warn you your days would
Slowly plot against you
Taking what they can
Your feelings of forever sprang a leak
Spitting out your youth in constant waves of weeks
This is it
Your complex contest to feel content
Taking what you can get
This is it
Your complex contest
With your army of grey days
On the march
At best, you’ll find new ways to mute the monotony
At best, you’ll try and forget
At best, you’ll push 60
Sleeping at night properly
Coping with the possibility
The extent to your life has all been lived out