Burrows

You couldn't get me off This pretty little train of thought Even if the railways gone Drowning in cerebral sea Where are the fish out to get me My feet never quite find the floor You paint yourself, Into a corner With those big ideas, Of yours You skipped a page out of rage, Out of apathy I'd cut your throat, but of course not literally While reading back, my heart attack starts to come over me I'll be whatever you want me to be I thought that you would know better than that I thought that you would know better than that I thought that you would know better than that Why can't I think the way I'm supposed to? A whole host of ways to say "I don't know what to do" Why can't I fall? Wish I could be there at the end of it all Just so I could see, How it all goes down Wish I could be there at the end of it all Just so I could see, How it all goes down I'm scared Of starting my plans I'm scared Of the world being washed away I'm scared That I'm running out of things to say Oh no, just scared of starting my game.