my feet are shuffling

the clouds roll in the wind at my neck

but every day's a thunderstorm

i'm always walking back these days



i live

to pass time

it makes sense

in my mind

but that's not

a reason to keep this weak heart beating

and i know

that this place

and these walls

and this race

will melt down

in one breath 

and leave it all behind me



my feet are shuffling

the clouds roll in the wind at my neck

but every day's a thunderstorm

i'm always walking back these days

my knees are quivering

the cliff's edge so inviting

the lightning hits my chest

but the shock is so routine for me these days



you stand up

and i bow

right on, right now

always hoping for some enjoyment from dissapointment



ah, i can feel the misery from someplace deep inside of me



yeah

right on



you make my bed, i'll make your day

ill write down every word you say

and stuff it in a record sleeve

...and make sure no one ever ever finds it