Filling up your winning tin from spinning
Giving into villains, aid the feeling
You're killing
You're still it
Slash and burn the building of your fire
I'm landlocked
Finding out the hard way
I've finally found
What it's sunny for during the day
Count up all the ways you can draw meaning
On legal pads, like British fads or leaning
You've seen it
So free it
Pouring in the proper path, no pressure
I'm pregnant
Feeling out the bitter life
Go ride your phony pony (fall like the falling leaves of all the rest of us)
So later on, you can point and laugh
Point and laugh at all the rest of us
When you pull out like a compass weight
Frail
Sail
