Clotho - BODI

Alright — this is how it starts

Spark from the flame lit between two hearts

Emerge from the dark, then march to the light

One way ticket, to reunite with the night

And every day’s a lottery

Stoned when our number’s called or win another sunrise

One wise lesson I learned the hard way’s

Live like the end will come today, because it could

And woulda should will do no good, pushing daffodils

What we stood for will outlive our passing thrills

And maybe it’s true

Wisdom’s learning how to make due with what we lose

Which is everything eventually, everyone we’ll ever see

Every single destiny’s ending and just a memory

What we leave behind’s the after life that exists

Birthday candles blown out, every wish

Every year put together couldn’t save us from the tethers

Of the sisters of fate deciding when to clip the feathers

So forever is now — until the fight song

Fades, goodnight, but live to keep the lights on

This is our moment

Our one shot to be legend

And nothing exists but this second

All we can do is decide how to spend it

And this is how I’m spending mine?

Moving back into the basement of my parent’s house at 25?

Boxes in the attic of the album I ain’t sold

So the music turns to static on a quest to make gold

Self deprecating, hating on myself, debating

Whether self-medicating is an option for the taking

Waiting round and breaking down as often as my car dies

Only 5 years ago I dreamed about the stars lives

That I idolized and knew

I could make my once upon a time come true

But then I got older with regrets to undo

And a wishlist that grew longer than Rapunzel’s hair

Or the time it’d take to make the sun blue

Or the cow to jump moon

Or to stand in the Amazon and run through

Or to learn how to beat Bruce Lee at Kung Fu

Time to give up or try some new, you

Can never make a change standing in place, or make

Lines on the face erase without being fake

The greats weren’t great in the amniotic fluid

The struggle they embraced, it gave a shot at pushing through it

And they knew if they could do it then the truest form of spirit

Grew without illusions of some Druids coming near it

Cause it’s clear if we depend on magic for our metamorphosis

This is walking dead as a living corpse exist

And I would spit on the graves of those who made me who I am

If I don’t take the shots to be the best me that I can

And stand on my own two

While I’m 6 feet above the world that I hold to

«The old you’s dead’s» what my inner voice said

And the phoenix only rises when the old bones shed

«The new you’s now» time to get up, get out

Get moving, and make your past proud