Lyrics
Why milquetoast do you insist on breaking out
Of the shell you’ve made, breathing knee deep?
When should I lock you up?
I am not one to see us out.
We both took our leave.
Stopped and stared, laughed to breathe,
Washed it all down the sink.
Shopped for coupons, saved for spending,
Now for later, yes to “pending”.
Rest assured my worst of friends cause we have brought a symphony of words
To help you reconcile the fact that what you lack is the means to roll with the punch.
For two years, walking came so naturally,
Until I ran
Far from here, to somewhere,
Where the sights couldn’t see me.