Through the glass I'm dilated

I need a change in the weather too but

I been talked around the town

But I'm not sorry for nobody

Who runs over the middle man

Your nemesis could shush your maker

I bend the knee on faded paint

Tough luck with a token grimace

I didn't crawl on hands and knees for

You to breeze through a mystery, yeah

Fight or flight, I should have known

You'd pick the bone at the clap of daybreak