Rubbernecker

Too slow
Waiting for the undertow
Deep in the drink
Of a lighthouse up on the shore

How it pulls

Curtain falls
Waiting for a red satin beckon and call
Shudder to think
Of a thrall made of stone

How it pulls

Kick yourself into gear
Grinding out the time, nothing's ever clear
So we gotta steer on into the night
Never looking left never looking right

And most of this page is blank
Gotta fill it up, gotta write your life
With some

Permanent ink, really don't think
That I ever read between the lines
I hope I don't sink into the big drink
After rubbernecking my way through life

This time

Started to crawl
Waiting for your chance to stand up tall
Beginning to sink into pools made of ink and bone

How it pulls

Kick yourself into gear
Grinding out the time, nothing's ever clear
So we gotta steer on into the night
Never looking left never looking right

And most of this page is blank
Gotta fill it up, gotta write your life
With some

Permanent ink, really don't think
That I ever read between the lines
I hope I don't sink into the big drink
After rubbernecking my way through life

This time



Credits
Writer(s): Tanner Bexson
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