I don't own anything I'm just finding out— 
All my lost control is sent back to myself, 
And just as intended slows everything down, 
And forcefully muffles it's sound. 

I don't own anything, not even her heart. 
I'm peeling back layers deriving it's arc, 
But each time I finish, I'm back at the start, 
And it's smaller, but won't fit in my arms. 

So fill up your fountains with wine, 
And recite the passage of time. 
At your insistence, we'll just split the difference
It's something that I'll have to fight. 

I don't have an answer each time I am asked 
About how it's going or where I've been blessed
It's all power struggle composed into flesh. 
The patience, it comes but it's last. 

Now, I've made a home here and begun to believe 
In love's nonexistence where we disagree, 
I stood up singing like I could be free, 
But I just disturbed the peace. 

So fill up your fountains with wine, 
And recite the passage of time. 
At your insistence, we'll just split the difference
It's something that I'll have to fight. 

So fill up your stomachs with wine, 
And follow the passage of time. 
At your insistence we'll just split the difference
It's something that I'll have to fight. 
It's just something that I'll have to fight. 
It's just something that I'll have to fight.