gave myself a good grade on barely losing my shit my heart was pounding the drums and the claves were my lips then you played a riff so echoed i almost lost my grip cause we ve been tied down to the tracks again and we re still holding hands it s revealing knotted feelings cotton mouth it s dusty out and between my teeth it s ground it s no shows in the big roles we re in the center of this town waiting for an outcome is an evergrowing crowd cause we ve been stood up back to back again ten paces to know i will shoot high while you reload while you reload while you reload yeah while you reload said goodbye with all i had picked up what was left you don t need protecting and i m a bad dog nonetheless would have let you clip my nails if you d only asked