Shh, listenβ¦ can you hear it fade? The engine of the year, downshifting in the shade. Grab every scattered moment left behind, The reckless highs, the peace we failed to find. The borrowed hope, the secrets left untold, The warmth we bought against the bitter cold. Now pour it in a glass, a final blend, A taste of something wild that has to end. Feel the spin, the dizzy, soft descent, A borrowed era, beautifully spent. So raise it high and let the light cascade, A salute to every choice we made. We'll watch it disappear into the dawn, A brilliant, burning beast now nearly gone. Come full circle. One last braid. For every spark that died before the flame, For every ghost we never learned to name. The almost-loves, the nearly-rights we chased, The bitter and the sweet we came to taste. One final drink to wash the slate unclear, And toast the selves weβre leaving stranded here. I thought weβd have more pages left to turn, But feel the final ember start to burn. So let this chorus shake the walls weβre in, Before the quiet, cool new world begins. So raise it high and let the light cascade, A salute to every choice we made. We'll watch it disappear into the dawn, A brilliant, burning beast now nearly gone. Come full circle. One last braid. For every time you bit your tongue, just speak. Let the last confession touch your cheek. Weβve all got anchors we agreed to cut, So lift the weight and toast to what was shut. Don't let the final color be a pale, apologight. Here's to the blinding, messy, endless night. The line is just a memory, a scar upon the air. To the glorious wreck we lived without a care. Come fullβ¦ β¦circle
