L'esprit de l'escalier

On a stairway
It occurred what I should say
It makes sense
That it wouldn't come to my defense
Backed into a corner
With nowhere to run
A smoking gun
After the fact
Is how fast I can react
Still as stone
Like I'm frozen to the bone
Backed into a corner
Kept out of the sun
I come undone



Credits
Writer(s): Scott John Paris
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