Good for me for a time
All hells cubically contained
Staunched and bottled
Pressed and altered
And at the ready for the reigns
The first tiny little shadows
Of my creepy little thoughts
Inhabit all that matters
And i lose by default
And i’ll never promise anything again X 3
I’ve set a dozen 12 step traps
But they’ve slid by everyone
I never catch the little bastards
I really do with that they’d own up
Those paranoid little fuckers
Take their paranoid little time
And when the mood rolls in
They’re bank robbin’
And i’m a hostage who will drive
And i’ll never promise anything again X ?
Now i can only do so much
And i will never deviate
I hear myself take a deep breath
And think i must have wanted it this way
I remember all those little traps
I could not keep them in place