A monster used to chase me 

used to jump from the top of my stairs 

I used to sit in the rain on the wet leaves 

On top of the shed roof (if my mother knew) 

The clock on the wall has a good time with my time 

The rainstorming brainstorm is on its way 

The pale color of the door that's seen everything before 

But just from only one side 

No warning, history rears it's ugly head 

(Stepped on it's tale) 

Still running from what I chase 

The lesson learned has come so frail 

The clock has fallen and the cuckoo's calling 

And the blackbirds congregate and shuffle their wings 

I'm on the wire and they call me a liar 

But this time I'm going to sing 

Big words escapefakerapeescape 

Just how I feel 

My textureless history I store in a textured bag 

(It's painted real fine) 

Your serious laughing, infectious clapping 

Still a beat behind 



Let's get to the root of the matter I have no roots 

No matter I'll grow my own 

Quitting's easier time is greasier 

Slipping from the metranome 

Big words bad time 

yeahyeahyaeh