"there used to be a marching band in your legs, now there's broken drum sticks in your feet"

I compared myself to guilded lillies, reflections in a urinal/
lately I sympathize and pen fast verses for their lives/
in school you looked regal with your nose north of common/
in four years, we became the same/

There used to be a marching band in your legs, now there's broken drum sticks in your feet.

Two birds, one worm, where did we divide/
I'm a witness to the line/
like a stain on the shore where the level was/
I'm marked by the cast of sewage/

I blame me/
for my short sight/
we could've changed/
but it's easier to stare/