Acetate

I will hobble you around I may drive you down There are promises I'll make There are promises that I'll take away But I won't beg for you on acetate I won't crawl on you to validate Tear those numbers down I won't be having them around, for now You found me on the beach I was resting there for weeks I will never tolerize/I will never tow the lines I will never fortify It's one way or the other It's shudders up under covers I've tumbled up under fronters now Wonder if I've recovered now I won't beg for you on acetate I won't crawl on you to validate Tear those numbers down I won't be having them around, for now Eh Shout it, shout it golden loud The apple's on the archer's ground No longer feeling tepid now Shout it, say it louder now