Writing the rundown rewind- in someone else's time
Tell me that's not right
Be the only ones on or off the cuff who isn't
Counting the phrases and floods
The landing's not enough rotation of
Your words into mine on or off the cuff who isn't sighing
Cut the ending and sink the mold
I'm done taking stage directions till the page is cold
Mirror no wonder you're always almost ready for the sun
Writing the rundown rewind
Your words into mine on or off the cuff who isn't sighing
Cut the ending and sink the mold
I'm done taking stage directions till the page is cold
Who owns it anyway
No one owns this place
