Control was never yours
There’s so many things to do before you close the doors
And I thank you, dear
For playing games that you thought were over
Little did you know it wasn’t me who would’ve picked the clover
One final lap for you
Fun in learning the truth
That infernal box is broken but the key is winding
A bigger scene as time has ticked
And you may cry me a mighty river for your grit I’m grinding down