The Backtops

Every time I close my eyes
I am afraid did I say "I"
Too many times
In the day
So here we go again
For the one hundred millionth time
This time i'll find
A way to be right

Self centered mannerisms
Fly with all their might
I worry every day of how i'll sleep at night
The clock is always tickin'
Time is running out
Thats the kind of thing i'm thinking about

I'm getting caught between
This fight of mine, I, and myself
I didn't need the shit you'll tell
I've got a tendency
Of running round and round in hell
You've seen me here
You know it well

Shaking with every movement
Fear of moving on
Never finding consensus
If i'm right or wrong
The clock is always tickin'
Time is running out
Thats the kind of thing i'm thinking about

Block out the fear of
Looking up without the shade
I worry every day of
When this feeling will fade
The wind is always blowin'
Push us towards the light
I can't find an answer in sight