walk the layout, routines in the night.

i'll take anything you have, if you could throw me a line.

can't break down.

i commandeered a hot ride, drove it 'till the engine died. all of that progress lost today.

'cause i feel the pull, water's over my head.

it's a backslide.

tracing out a line, a route i've mapped a thousand times.

originated right in front of your eyes.

climb the top of the tower, 'show yourself!' i yell louder even though i'm past the point of no return.

TWO MINUTES!

i've been praying for my elasticity to return to the way that it was.

i don't wanna backslide to where i started from, theres no chance i will shake this again.

no, not me, it's for a friend.

your favorite song was on the oldies station, push on through.

and let it show, let it flow, shine. let it flow, let it show, shine.

used to be you and me, matching kawasaki tees.

did you solve all of your problems? thanks for asking, in a way, but accidentally uncovered a new one yesterday.

i'm talking tough happily with someone in front of me.

he's thinking 'there's no way i'm headed there,' always sure footed, educated, and was never scared but now he can't hold out his hand without it shaking.

i'm a bit too old to run away.

it's reassuring, you keep coming around, it's tough to find good company.

running late so i didn't have the time.

and let it show, let it flow, shine. let it flow, let it show, shine.

did you forget we're tight on time?

found your capacity for love and tragedy, embracing how things always change.

even if they say just keep your plans, i hope that you never have to drop.

welcome to the style you haven't seen in a while, it's lavish.

benefit from a shoe with no lace.

did i let her know that if i found my body in chains, i'd lay down and wait and hope she looks for me?

tendencies on repeat innit.

standing on the shore, staring down a hurtling storm.

originated right in front of your eyes.

she just wants to catch a wave, ride it out to the end of her days.

you're fighting for the front row, that's a nice try.

welcome back to trench.

i don't care. you control me, leading me anywhere.

then before you know, you lose some people close, forcing you to manage your pain.

fool you once, it's been 25 times.

got a bad feeling that i'm about to break.

reoccurring, days blurring.

what i was wearing, the yellow dashes in the street.

i have seem to run out of excuses of why i am this way.

on the ground are banditos fighting while i find nico even though i'm past the point of no return.

then i heard 'hey kid get out of the road!'

is it even good for head to keep track?

i don't know how long it's been since i responded to your question.

is it even good for head to keep track?

and then he slowed down and rolled down his window and he said 'can't change what you've done. start fresh next semester.'

if you can't see, i am clancy.

i'm testing the limits of what a mind can do. i'm keeping my eyelids up no matter what.