
I take the string
And tangle it
I hold the glass a bit
Too tight
The words I say
They don't mean shit
I never know quite how to come off
Right, right
I've grown afraid
I'm losing it
Arrival and departure overgrown
I'm so naive
I'm tired of it
Cut out my tongue
My mind will not be known
Known, known
No, no
The time is gone
I'm scrambling
Still prying floorboards looking for a clue
I need someone to tell me what to do
I need someone to tell me what to do
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