Time is a painting that's never quite done
A growing child playing under the sun
Trying to comprehend this rabbit hole while under the gun
Then I look in the mirror and know I've come undone,

Control sliding away from inside of me
Faith in all that I once thought was free
Walking zombies who can't fathom liberty
Doomed to be washed out to sea,

Still I look and realize that I've come undone
Realizations that weigh a ton
Like failing romance that was never won
Like losing your youngest son,

Tangled in the rose bushes of life
Those thorns cutting just like a knife
Looking out over all the chaos and strife
But for those tangled thorns of my life,

There's an art to coming undone
Too many personal battles not won
Too many romances where I've been shunned
Too many times fate left me stunned,

Oh Mary like when I put my head in your lap
Just a momentary gesture in a gap
Trying to rise above a forming trap
Just another overlooked mishap,

Everyman needs a pair of out stretched arms
A sanctuary from all the world's harms
Just a moment to partake of her charms
But her rejection touches off alarms,

Something very deep inside
That you detected when she lied
Wasn't about outrage or foolish pride
More like from something from which you must hide,

It's all in coming undone
Doesn't really sound like much fun
How gradually that process has begun
Stealing all hope as if there were a black hole in the sun.