Slack

Take hold, let go

Too late to fit the mold

Weeks flow, years don’t

Flying by but changing slow

They never said how you get

Is based on your dissent

Ride until your legs give out

They say control feeds the mad

Then it brings them back

Chasing what we already have

Now we’re on the run

We’re slipping down too low

We think we’re havin fun

Say we’re up to nothing good

We think we’re havin fun

(and you still can’t figure out, figure out

You’re in a whip and you can’t get out, can’t get out

If you hold, will it shut you out, shut you out?

You’ll never know till you figure out, figurе out)

And now your old skin wears thin

Shed over and ovеr again

You’re fading in the open

Pulling ahead but

Blind to the bend

They never said where you get

Is based on where you went

Overthinking what my head gives out

Thicken your skin and you win

Give up before beginning and

They’ll be tracing it down