sometimes i think i ve lost what used to be my cost and currency hop scotch string skipper just another tongue twister resistance resistance the gig is up my targets blurry but business is business the blame reflects straight back at me i was worried could have got ugly pretty bad pretty fast too little too late out of town out of state we were this close to missing that train could have got ugly i ve got so many keys to keep me company still i was lonely and they were never eager to talk till slowly it showed me if ever stuck in stubborn sands change the locks and to worry now just sounds silly i feel unworthy still unwilling to stop cause when it s dead on bull s eye view head on i m humbled at the world s loss it could have got ugly we should have lost our everything pretty bad pretty fast count my blessings born of a curse as if everything was beautiful and nothing hurt now i don t worry those narcissists what arrogance a list of insignificance its evident that end permit our bliss to blossom when all our friends move onto better things we ll be alone but harmony s all the more reason not to worry i couldn t stand the static for one more second the pull the draw the force that a southern coast beckoned filled in the distance which had ripped us aptly apart finished the black bear pause in a racehorse heart it could have got ugly we should have lost our everything pretty bad pretty fast count my blessings born of a curse as if everything was beautiful and nothing hurt now i don t worry