Years Later (I)

I’ve already found what I was looking for
But you see me struggling for more
Masking a slothful ache
With that sarcasm you can’t bear anymore
Since you chose the farthest way
And collapsed with naught to own
But a pocketful of cobblestones
At the shout of the bells swaying
And I lay down, well-off and bored
In a cradle of crazes and songs
For I know you love what you lost
But I’ve come to not care so stay gone.