Slack

take hold, let go too late to fit the mold weeks flow, years don’t flying by but changing slow they never said how you get is based on your dissent ride until your legs give out they say control feeds the mad then it brings them back chasing what we already have now we’re on the run we’re slipping down too low we think we’re havin fun say we’re up to nothing good we think we’re havin fun (and you still can’t figure out, figure out you’re in a whip and you can’t get out, can’t get out if you hold, will it shut you out, shut you out? you’ll never know till you figure out, figure out) and now your old skin wears thin shed over and over again you’re fading in the open pulling ahead but blind to the bend they never said where you get is based on where you went overthinking what my head gives out thicken your skin and you win give up before beginning and they’ll be tracing it down