Markets

Markets in process
They deliver you home
You might miss the old process
Well good luck in getting over it
Cus there's no way of returning to
What was

Yeah well tonight
Go to sleep and dream about
Happy things like unicorns
And rainbows over valleys
Cus when you wake I promise you
That you will wish you could go back
To that silly dream of silly things

Go back home
You're needed there
But when you go
Forget I'm here
I really have to find a new frame for your photo
Its bland and boring
Boring is the last word I would use to describe you
I hope your happy where you are, wherever that is, anyway
I guess this is goodbye. I'm already having regrets
These markets take our requests to leave so unseriously
But aren't we serious? Yes, yes we are