Rescue me from boring times it's a story

i know line by line different deep on the

inside, isn't different if you have to try 

i'm borderline day after day waiting to

get knocked off my feet again time

passes by like a slow parade waiting to

get knocked off my feet again knocked

to my knees again. the measurements of

my success, are always measured in not

making sense my motivation's taking

bets it's apologies or arguments with a

head filled full of cans and can'ts. i try

and try and try to remember why i

think it's now or it's never. i'm borderline

day after day waiting to get knocked off

my feet again time passes by like a slow

parade waiting to get knocked off my

feet again knocked on my knees again.