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.