no expiration date fool me again accept mistake the gambit of treatment excludes intervention when hope is left to fate show me a world to take the blame i’ve got a sweet tooth you could call a fixation where does optimism find me now if only the glare smiling down could lessen up and see me frown maybe the lesson’s overdue i defiantly missed the seminar and i feel my worth depleting can this repetition be me abandon perception diminish disguise eviction must delay how long will the residents decay the urn for perfection is indeed an obstruction to fall before the wake short-comings are humble in their stay however to fall short is to pursue your desire ~ try those running shoes on you’ll never make it if you don’t get up and hit the road try a little less hard your luck might runaway