Crutch

I think that it is time to countersink our love
To weight our feet to earth when reaching high above
To change our certain path to stabilize our lives
Would seem to be to me, a choice that would be wise

I don't miss you that much
My social crutch

To throw it all away is to sever into two
Communication lines that link my soul to you
I'd like to use my time to search for different shapes
Of fear to fill the holes that breeds my mass with space

I don't miss you that much
My social crutch
I don't miss you that much
My social fucking crutch
I don't miss you that much
My social crutch
I don't miss you
My social crutch
I don't miss you
My social crutch
I don't know much
I don't miss you
My social crutch
I don't know much
I don't, my social crutch

Do you know this man?
This working class man
Do you know this man?
This working class man
Someone quite like you
Fearing change
He sits alone
With nothing else to do
I am one of them
My odds are much to slim
To try and ever change
To dodge all relations
I stand at my stations
But totally out of your range
My fate is so round
My life's a circle now
My fate is so round
An endless loop of thinking cycles

I think that it is time to countersink our love
To weight our feet to earth when reaching high above
To change our certain path to stabilize our lives
Would seem to be to me, a choice that would be wise

I don't miss you that much
My social fucking crutch
I don't miss you that much
My social crutch
I don't miss you
My social crutch
I don't miss you
My social crutch
I don't know much
I don't miss you
My social crutch
I don't know much
I don't, my social crutch
I don't miss you that much
My social fucking crutch
I don't miss you that much
My social crutch
I don't miss you
My social crutch
I don't miss you
My social crutch
I don't know much
I don't miss you
My social crutch
I don't know much
I don't, my social crutch

An endless loop of thinking cycles



Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Ammons
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