Will I make the matinée With my newest life and be that bright time Advertise what makes you crazy So I can second guess my focus, are you gonna hire me
I let you in Somehow I sit down, revoke The time and space for you to just Feel it in your name
Now I’m the ref and a phone call cutting out Back on the bench, I fall into the month I think about How I sold seven doves when I was lying on your back I’ll meet you in the morning, figure out what gets me past A second in the shade, fucking up a useful place Purgatory, please me
I let it live like a payday of mine I can’t let live be, I’m high scoring memory Just to look at quiet history