Cast off your teenaged eyes and your prop-set cigarette from your lips. Unbound. unchained. Non-flammable. Caught in the act of a despair symphony. Well, write this down and then store it away, then label it dead. I'm not slowing down. I'm passing through go in the game that you started. My easy intentions are mini-disasters. But through all of this, I clam up till I'm hours away from it and in that time you've changed your mind. If I start to carry on, label me a ghost and run. If i start to close doors, just knock them down. Blast off to another day where I'll forgive every movement you make and descend to a part of the bed where no one can touch me. Well eat this up, then use it against me 'cause I'm it or something like it. We'll follow the plan to an early retirement. A night on the town with a memory. But through all of this, I clam up till I'm hours away from it and in that time you've changed your mind. If I start to carry on, label me a ghost and run. If I start to close doors, just knock them down