From Foo Fighters
I'm not around that much
running exhausted and lost
If it could be undone
will it have costed?
It's taught and lost
Blowing away we stray, wilted
insuited, at fault
What if the day had stayed in bed?
These baubles we've brought
at fault
After the bliss has long ended
this caution this fault
Give me a breeze that's long winded
accosted adult arrested