fool’s gold

Shattered memories, what’s new?
A visible wall between me and you.
Panics turn to pills, pills turn to panic,
got me bothered while I’m resting in a hammock,
damn,
pull it all together, it’s nice outside, go enjoy the weather,

bring a sweater, it’s bound to get cold,
your hand pulls away, that’s quite bold,
house down the street just got sold,
ours looking like it’s growing mold,
it just happens, so I’m told,
full house, I’d rather fold,
then there’s me,
fool’s gold.