Cordate Congruent

I just need to breathe

A courtesy, time’s taking the wheel

Where are we going?

Where have we been?

Well, my lungs went out the window

Arms on six and then vertigo

I hit ground and then it hit me

What it means to be American

Tripped over words as they

Poured from my mouth

Solution’s on the shelf

I caught myself catching myself

I’ve been chasing new and changing, too

Sub me in and sell me out

Courting a bitter thief

We’re building houses made of transience

And tearing out the appendix

Don’t integrate derivatives

Just brace for the impact

Don’t press your foot on the pedal

We’re going fast enough

We’re going fast enough

This one’s for the books

And this one’s for the pages

I tear out passing faces, and

Liminal spaces are my home

The floor is more comfortable

Than the bed I know

I was punched in the nose for

Sticking my face in other people’s business

But I am just a witness for this mess

I was playing summer

But the leaves were bleeding autumn

My journal wasn’t perfect

And neither was my life

So I let go and learned how to walk again

Sub me in and sell me out

Courting a bitter thief

We’re building houses made of transience

And tearing out the appendix

Don’t integrate derivatives

Just brace for the impact

I'm packing up my things

And living in between

I need a change of scene

'Cause there’s nothing left of me here

But here I was and there I’ll be

So brace for the impact

Don’t press your foot on the pedal

We’re going fast enough

We’re going fast enough

We’re going fast enough

We’re going fast enough

I'm petrified and out of place

But my heart is still the same

I'm petrified and out of place

But my heart is still the same