Leaving Smears

There comes a time when you've been capable
and competent for it to last at least a hundred thousand years
You still pretend that this is how you like it
you ain't got no time for longing, cheesy feelings, hopes and fears
It happens that you wake up as a beetle stuck upon a pin
() all over leaving smears

All that matters
is it all that matters

Together through thick and thin
the trees screen the garden for the wind
and I don't remember the smell of yours or anybody else's skin
This heart is a precious souvenir
I'll be leaving it here

And then I'll wait
And then I'll wait

I'm in my prime, don't you see?
(is it all that matters?)