Fighting Fish

[Verse 1]

Swimming in a snifter

Pretty as a picture

Don't get it twisted man, her bite is a bitch

You can name, you can keep her

But take care when you feed her

You never can take the fight out the fish

Chomping at the drill bit

Never one to still sit

You can test my metal with a magnet and some tin snips

Ink test all I see is canines and some wing tips

Pilot pen in pocket I'm riding instinct and Ink jets

Around here we don't like talk of big dreams

To stand out is a pride, a conceit

To aim high is to make waves to split seams

But that's not what it seems like to me

Cause I wanna try I wanna risk

And I don't wanna walk, rather swing and miss

I'm not above apologies but I don't ask permission

Got a lot of imperfections but I don't count my ambition in em

[Chorus]

Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark

It's always hanging there over its shadow

Safe from battle, waste of arch-

Er's time and trouble

Waste of effort, waste of parts

If you don't aim for the center it's a waste of the art

[Verse 2]

I didn't come looking for love

I didn't come to pick a fight

I didn't come to wave or take pictures

Pander to some benefactor, ring on every broken finger

Won't extend my wings to be clipped

I know the culture here is to stay humble but shit

If we all go round bowed heads, button-lipped

If none of us go for the bell, then who is?

My mother says I've loved too many men

But I took and left something in every single bed

The rook can look left, right—just turns his head

But the knight might rise up, investigate the grid

Gender, genre, guess I'm on one

Bent both

Just the constructs of the old world

Gone broke

Women, children let me tell you

I've been both

And it's a myth we all swim for the life boats

I didn't come looking for love

I didn't come to pick a fight

I come here every night to work

And you can grab an axe, man

Or you can step aside

[Chorus]

Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark

It's always hanging there over its shadow

Safe from battle, waste of arch-

Er's time and trouble

Waste of effort, waste of parts

If you don't aim for the center it's a waste of the art

[Verse 3]

Self taught, self made, bet, self styled

Self saw, self came, self took island of converts

To conquer is old school

We marching in Converse

Just armed with our own tools

While my knees still flex

While my joints hold steady

Mind sharp, spine straight

Chucks laced ready

I travel by kite, travel light

At touchdown

I swallowed the dice

I make my own luck now

[Outro]

Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark

It's always hanging there over its own shadow in the dark

Its own shadow in the dark