The Line

Dan-dan and dance some more
head first to the checkered floor
I don’t know,
don’t know what I’m falling for
Unscrew my broken head
and take out all the things you said
more more more
locked them safely
in the bottom drawer
Get up and strip the skin
So I can see this mess you’re in
in in in
pulse inside the canned the grain
Battan down the hatches
hide the paper and the matches
spin spin spin
roulette wheel for a brain
I’m gonna take my time, take my time
Cause of the line the ties are hard to mine? Lands an easy world to tear,
much harder to repair
turn so slow
like a rain in a sharp window
so tired of changing lanes
my idle hands and empty veins
are so so so
ready to be mine again
I’m gonna take my time, take my time.
Cause in the line the ties are hard to mine?