Once Clinging To The Reeds

Yo, what's wrong?
Hey!
Is your attention elsewhere?
Infiltration of a one-eleven
Feeling rough debonair
Don't stare, is there something sticking out of my eye?
Not a vision or a visionary, but you've got ten times

What we make in a year
Make in a month, make in a day
Make an hour, made it up
So we try to make a point
Telling you once, telling you twice
Telling you three times and then giving up
When it gets too much

Misconstrued with all the news, and
Waiting in the side room
Couldn't stand the sight of you, but
I never expected it to have this effect on me
Agreeing with everything, so you would shut up, and I can leave
Oh yeah, don't want me to go
All your friends left, and you can't sleep alone
Sounds like a personal problem to me
If you can't understand my stance and where I'm at then please leave

Let me go again (I can't, I can't)
I still remember
Don't dismember them
It's systematic

So don't stall, quick
It's out of focus, unclear
You got the transmission of a vintage Chevy
Maintenance and repair
I don't care if there's something about me that you despise
Not a premonition mystic fortune-teller
Fabricate all the lies

That we say in a day, say in a week
Say in a month, say a year and back it up
So we try to make a point
Telling you thrice, telling you twice
Telling you once more, and then giving up
When it gets too much

The wound is still a threat
Let's see what we have done
The separated flesh
Let's sow it up once more

The wound is still a threat
Let's see what we have done
The separated flesh
Let's sow it up once more

I never expected it to have this effect on me
Agreeing with everything, so you would shut up and I can leave
Oh yeah, don't want me to go
All your friends left and you can't sleep alone
Sounds like everyone's rhetoric to me
If you can't bring your own originality then please leave

Let me go again (I can't, I can't)
I still remember (doormat, doormat)
Don't dismember them (I can't, I can't)
It's systematic

Yo, what's wrong?
Hey!
Is your attention elsewhere?
Infiltration of a one-eleven
Feeling rough debonair
Don't stare, is there something sticking out of my eye?
Not a vision or a visionary, but you've got ten times

What we make in a year
Make in a month, make in a day
Make an hour, made it up
So we try to make a point
Telling you once, telling you twice
Telling you three times and then giving up
When it gets too much



Credits
Writer(s): Sergio Eduardo Medina, Joseph Wesley Arrington, William Joseph Swan, Kurt Thomas Travis, Steffen James Gotsch
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