Through the glass I'm dilated
I need a change in the weather too but
I been talked around the town
But I'm not sorry for nobody
Who runs over the middle man
Your nemesis could shush your maker
I bend the knee on faded paint
Tough luck with a token grimace
I didn't crawl on hands and knees for
You to breeze through a mystery yeah
Fight or flight, I should have known
You'd pick the bone at the clap of daybreak
