| I’ve still got lots of things to say |
| But it looks like we’re running out of time |
| So I’ll compile it down the best I can |
| I think I’ll start with this |
| I’m incapable of change |
| You are in a constant state of flux |
| Turning into someone most of us would consider new |
| And while I’ll always be the same |
| You will learn to grow yourself new eyes |
| Ones that do not recognize who I used to be to you |
| That’s okay |
| You’re busy looking for new life |
| You’re like a satellite |
| A beacon of hope in the night |
| But something isn’t right |
| Feels like the system is working against you |
| Someday all this rusted metal |
| It’ll come for you and get you |
| And you’ll fall |
| Through the sky |
| Only getting faster and hotter |
| I will be the parachute |
| To guide you safely to the water |
| And it may not be the you I’m used to |
| Some things remain the same |
| Like your hair, your touch, your smile, your voice, your eyes |
| The way you say goodbye |
| So this is goodbye |
| This is goodbye |
| So this is goodbye |
| This is goodbye |
| This is goodbye |
| If you don’t like that, you don’t like NBA basketball |