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.
