Standing at the punch table, swallowing punch.

I can't pay attention to the sounds of anyone.

A little more stupid,
a little more scared.

And every minute more, more prepared.

I made a mistake in my life today.

Cause everything I love is getting lost in the drawers.

I want to start over.

I want to be winning.

Way out of sync,
from the beginning.

And I want to hurry home to you.

Put on a sword I'm sure for you.

Crack you up.

So you can put a blue ribbon on my brain.

God I'm very, very frightening.

I'll overdo it.

Standing for somewhere to stand and stay.

I lean on the wall and the wall in the way.

Can I get a minute?,
Not being nervous.

Not thinking of my death.

My leg is sparkles,
my leg is pins.

I've got to get my shit together.

Better gather my shit.

You can drive a car through my head in five minutes.

From one side to the other.

And I want to hurry home to you.

Put on a sword I'm sure for you.

Crack you up.

So you can put a blue ribbon on my brain.

God I'm very,
very frightening.

I'll overdo it.

Standing for somewhere to stand and stay.

I've got to get my shit together.

Better gather my shit.