Bruce Lee

If I were a little feint I'd scream right at your face for no reason At such uncertain times I'd be a gift for you To know what you shouldn't do When any situation should arrive I'd follow you home for no reason Nothing there reminds you of me I'd follow you back to sleep For the second time this week Grinding my teeth back to center If I were a little feint I'd fall asleep with ease for no reason Back in foreign lands I'm not a little feint I'm not a part of you I'm only staring down at my own two hands I'd follow you home for no reason Nothing there reminds you of me I'd follow you back to sleep For the second time this week Grinding my teeth back to center