On the corner with an open hand
Oh i was a vessel with no place to land
Was crushed like a powder, little grains of sand, i would
Start a hurricane to state my case
And watch all the water running down your face
As fickle as a feather making figure eights i was
I was a waste
But all of that's over
No never again
I am corrected
Just state your demands
Out of the blue
With a wide angle lens
Oh you got me actin' like a grown up man
Yeah you got me actin like a grown up man
Like a junky on a window ledge
i never planned to take that final step
You showed me the pattern, i was too far inside my head
Didn't think it would end
Yeah but all that's over
No never again
I am corrected
Just state your demands
Out of the blue
With a wide angle lens
Oh you got me actin' like a grown up man
Yeah you got me actin like a grown up man
You got me eating from the palm of your hands
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