shake your legs like you own the place
like the race is long enough for your own spoils
like the trouble is worth bursting your own bubble and a new pair of shoes
the truth is i can't stand it
can't stick the landing
handing in my resignation
stating the nation is on alert so i can't be brought to bear
baring the facts in counteractive decisions
i'm sorry for the circumstances
i ought to never look up the skyline
the chart was pretty easy to read
that's what the doctor thought but i begged
to differ in proliferation
the signs are up and out and i can't do it
wait until the brew is dry and creaky
there are feet and there are fiends
there are two minutes left until the center
of the earth takes a jump
shot over the edge and lands
in unknown lands
stranding kisses out to dry and i know i said
thank you but i meant sorry
i want to be an industry leader
i want to fly the coop
i want to cook the half-time show
growing disregard behind a curtain
i was certain i didn't need to see
but i was mistaken
misbaken like a fruit pie underwater
there was no chance at that point
anointing the last best chance
wearing different pants
seeing different seas
scenes obscene to my eyes
disguised as normalcy
a quarter past three and it's too late
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