Acetate

I will hobble you around I may drive you down There are promises I'll make There are promises that I'll take away But I won't beg for you on acetate I won't call on you to validate Tear those numbers down, I won't be having them around For now You found me on the beach I was resting there for weeks I will never cauterize / I will never tow the lines I will never fortify (It's one way or the other) It's shudders up under the covers I've tumbled up under fronters row Wonder if I've recovered now But I won't beg for you on acetate I won't call on you to validate Tear those numbers down, I won't be having them around For now Shout it, shout it golden loud The apple's on the archer's ground No longer feeling tepid now SHOUT IT say it louder now I wanna carry on ... Tear those numbers down