Futility in Motion

What’s your number?
What’s your number? Did you forget to pull one?
You’ve burned bridges, piddled on bullshit, trying to miss the heat of the
summer sun
Time to bring out the big guns
Going through the motions
Like an engine when the gears have worn out
You’re still hurting, sweaty and thirsting but never get anything done
Hope you had fun
I feel weakened by
I feel like the filth on the shoes of a much cleaner man
But I don’t want to bitch
And I’m not going to sit right underneath it
The Hopscotch hero slipped through a few keyholes and now thinks that he has won
He’s got four motors and a boat that doesn’t float in the yard
He’s come so far
I feel weakened by
I feel like the filth on the shoes on a much cleaner man
But I don’t want to bitch
And I’m not going to sit right underneath it