Slow Start

Another slow start
Feeling hard done, can't get my act together
Might as well stop
I could move a mountain
Watch me grip
Crushing on this pen like a titan
That is my job
But now I'm holed up
Feeling shut down like I'm windows
There goes any fucking sense that I got
So please don't
Let me deal with time or space
I'll just point at the snow and
Hide my face 'til it's gone

Another no shot
I did not stop from
Pushing my endeavors out to the sun
No chance they will touch me
Any such thing gives me numb feet
And I'll stay in one place for a week
Can't think of how to possibly change
When the ways that I should
Means the haze will be gone for good
Maybe that's good

Maybe that's good
Maybe that's good
Maybe that's good

But I'll keep on pulling, hold it in
Feel my heart leap out from under my skin
But I'll keep on pulling, hold it in
Maybe this will save me from my sin
But I'll keep on pulling, hold it in
Feel my heart leap out from under my skin
But I'll keep on pulling, hold it in
Maybe this will save me from my sin

Another slow start
Feeling half cut can't get my act together
Now it's all lost
Haven't touched the mountain, still the tip
Rushes through my head
I think it's brighter up at the top