You can take what you can hold Resentment is a hill to die on And in times like this I hear you talking Seasons take a toll To watch it all end in tragedy and whimpering on Sun swept the evening red and though it's cold I signal my way out has come Beneath the awning that we stole, covered in leaves I sign off my name in the end I give you all, all you want and more There's the door I sign off my patients to them