Leaning Tower Of Pisa Crap

When we were old it was so morbid and when the ambulance ran us down
We smiled, for the chalk lines around the finale would’ve made such a cool
walk-off
Instead, i forgot all the way back to the beginning when that was now and this
is then
But really, there are no complications
So c’mon, don’t cry, everything’s ruined
The sirens are in the trees, high above us in branches
Are carvings of names no longer ours
Visible in hindsight