Sophocles from Lonely Boy by Frederick Julius

I'd like to speak frankly, straightforward, and cold.
I haven't the patience to wait 'til we're old.
While the blood still runs thick through our veins,
I'd like to lay close and take leave of our shame.

Someone once told me that Sophocles would fight
against the love of a young man who kept him up late at night.
If the wisest of men to live lacked the drive
what makes you think we can keep our love alive?

All is lost. Things fall apart.
No matter how hard we try.
All is lost. You can't hit restart.
But I still wonder why all is lost.

The books will all tell you that Alexander was Great.
Got a big empty empire but the crown came too late.
If the king of the world felt deluded and fake
what makes you think we can elude a heartbreak?

I don't want to sing 'til I'm ancient and blue
and find while I'm dying that I've slipped out of tune.
While our blood still runs loyal and true
I'd like to lay close.

All is lost.

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