Lag Time

There's really no hope for me And that three second rule Somethin gets dropped And still I'm the slowest damn fool Slow to realize what's really going on Slow to know in a moment Who or what has gone wrong I wanna tighten down on the lag time Your consonants were buzzing Around your head like flies Your true colors were showing And your shape and your size You were drinking your way though it I was shrinking right there inside of my clothes My eventual twenty/twenty Arms crossed Tapping her toe I gotta tighten down on the lag time Survivors are part turtle We are part potato bug We know enough to go fetal 'Til it's still up above And you gotta crawl through the desert Between when you hear it And when you can play it with your hands Just to rendezvous with whoever you are When you finally understand I gotta tighten down on the lag time I wanna tighten down on the lag time