When you're young
Stuck on the edge of your thumb
And pressed to the top of your gums
If we lack the courage
So sharpen your teeth on a halo
We cannot return what's been borrowed
You're gone, waited a second too long
You're lost, a car crash that we could've stopped
At the tip
A virus is copied and split
The syndrome naive hypocrite
Now gagged undernourished
So sharpen your teeth on a halo
We cannot return what's been borrowed
You're gone, waited a second too long
You're lost, a car crash that we could've stopped
Maybe you'll just get your way
And maybe you'll run the stoplight
And maybe ardor that was evermore dries up and curls inside
