Rut

Grab your coat and fix your hair up right
Only to kidnap the night
The gates are down, let the horses all run wild
Tomorrow to fall back in line
Boy, did you put on a show
We gave you enough rope to drown on months ago
Each moment left you less amused
Clung to a dying fuse
That lit up your fresh pack
Each morning barely left in view
Made to feel removed
Before you hit the sack
Fluorescents buzz like a flatline EKG
Complacent marking time
Let it pass you by
Staring up at the second hand's lengthy tick
Flip through calendars
Try to make one page stick
Boy, did you put on a show
We gave you enough rope to drown on months ago

Where you wanna go?
(Where you wanna go?)
Maybe down the road this time
They'll pour the pint for cheap
I wait until the glass is all dried up
Skimp on the flooded tab
Secure the final laugh
Forget that things are seldom what they seem
Headstrong to a fault
Losing's a lost art
Leave it to chance (boy, did you put on a show)
And find other plans
Blame circumstance (boy, did you put on a show)
For being second best
Another territory under siege
Could even bring the bravest to his knees
Perpetually caught in the inbetween
Don't we all need some company