Slack

You need to be cutting me slack
You need to be cutting me slack
The tough sit around acting tough
While the goers just get going
And you’ll fight me
For trying to hide behind the door, oh lord
And you swear that your path is heaven bound
But it’s probably straight to hell
Given the plot and the sting
You’ll wanna trade places
I know, it would be a heartfelt
Your health means nothing
If you say are you losing your head
I’m going along for a little while
And yes I have my keys, ears, eyes, nose, frown, check
You need to be cutting me slack
You need to be cutting me slack
Your pat on the hand means nothing
If you say are you losing your head?
And also the feeling of blank spaces
Uh oh, yes, I am losing my head
But leave me alone for a little while
And I’ll be back soon
Ears, eyes, frown, finger
You need to be cutting me slack
You need to be cutting me slack
You need to be cutting me slack
You need to be cutting me slack