Hold in your last breath and stare.
Assure me your metronomes' left arm stick shift is stuck on the right words in
your ear.
Did you hear me loud and clear? In sight and out of mind?
Cautiously avoiding the cracks not to disturb your steadied arm straight line.
The facts before a climb... a plan before a crime.
Tired in the days that passed away sporadically arranged across the floor
when you've got it made...
Dear Mariah, the world's not big enough for the both of us when we live in the
same town, that's wrong.
Fight on fire fight on fire I burn my hands