to every angry word i will not say
i keep my finger locked in prison
i think i'm sorry but then sometimes
things just have to feel this way

i'd like to keep you in my pocket
i'd like to wrap you in my safety net
i'd like to think that you could hack it
i'd like to change your mind for all the things you think you might regret

and all the people move too slow
enough of them already know
and everybody moves too slow... for me

i'd like to think you were my hero
i'd like to know that you could save my day
i'd like to treat you like my puppet
i'd like to pull your strings i'll cut them down and slowly walk away

and all the people move too slow
enough of them already know
and everybody goes too slow... for me

and all the people move too slow
enough of them already know
and everybody goes too slow

and all the people move too slow
enough of them already know
and everybody goes too slow... for me