Rushing

I've got a troubled mind

and you don't fill the blanks

I've rented out my bones

Is there a place to stay?

I'm over this

I'm over this

A letter typed - not sent

to someone - said in vain

I cant compete with them

It always feels the same

Im over this

Im over this

Floor boards in retrograde

and I've been sold on them

Rushing with out a tense,

And then I'm told to blend.

Im over this

Im over this

Say you wont miss this place

It served you for so long

The stable and the locks

Have withered in the rain.

Im over this

Im over this