Owen Stroud

oh change never looks like an option
when you get to thinkin’ that you’ve finally arrived
found myself in a scene
I was happy to keep
for my next couple decades in life

oh but now I’m fillin’ up boxes
with sweet trifles I can touch and hold
can’t be helped no more
I’m on my way out the door
with the hope leakin’ out of my soul

and I’m comin’ to grips with the end
keep from rockin’ the ship in the wind

so don’t make me laugh
when I’m down in the dumps
don’t send me second-guessing
when I’m already packing the trunks
don’t interrupt me when
I’m walkin’ ‘round to see
what all was special to me
don’t make me sadder than I got to be
don’t go and make me any sadder than I got to be

well I bid adios at my own pace
I’m a man of calculation and calm
I ain’t fazed by the partin’ of the ways
no baby I’m flintfaced and I’m movin’ on

but I’m slow in comin’ to terms
with love’s third-degree burns (chorus)

gonna close the chapter just like it began
makin’ rituals and relics outta hourglass sand
and you ask me why I gotta keep
the order just right
I say it’s poetic justice
that helps me sleep at night (chorus)