End user agreement tied up in a saddle
I want to let go or find a few moments down below
But the growth feels cold the lips show mold
My timing is rewinding my eyelids a reminder
I sign my name and try to tell if she knows it
I hope work starts sooner and the trucks hit bad weather
The feelings in my skull can't handle wool sweaters
I can't handle a twin mattress don't depend on the basics
Find the thin line between handicap and traditions kept sacred
Hold me but it doesn't compile
I noticed a fake smile eyes closed erasing the present
Aluminum cans traced back to this desert
I must be inert my minds staring at five feet of vert
I'm supposed to feel happy
I already feel confident
She doesn't want it and all my nonsense
The distractions are apparent the stairs stare relinquished
My fate makes a turn as I think it will end complacent
I hope I end naked wrapped in one another's arms
The words thrown smooth turned to whispers over spoons
Facial expressions left me helpless it's all stupid
It's relentless. The pursuit was the high
The stagnation my replies and the theory on relativity
It takes time I guess I'm only mine.
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