Used to worry for each other
No one's bothered like before.
We sneak around, fall apart, and come back for more.
We sit around drinking tables,
stabilized and keeping score.
But my mind is somewhere out the door.

We have grown.
And maybe I've overstayed a while
in my time in exile.
And time has flown.
The one thing that I've learned,
I want a life now of my own.

We go to clubs
the songs are old
the evenings blown
we go our ways, and take taxis home.
Talk of sunday outings
and medicate to fight the doubting.
But know we'll always be alone.

We have grown.
I've overstayed a while,
in my time in exile.
And time has flown,
and the only thing I've learned,
I want a life now of my own.

Thats my year spent in exile.
Second guessed and dressed up in tatters
my feet didn't take this path,
and I'm still looking for a life that matters.
More than chit-chat
we listen to the streets,
we're all deadbeats
and these old habits are starting to show through.
I'm sorry I didn't get to know you.

Time has flown.
I've overstayed a while,
in my time in exile.
We have grown.
And the only thing I've learned,
I want a life now of my own.

Goodbye to the friends I've known,
in my time in exile.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Variach, in the year 105 MA.