Another night in the straightaway

Got a couple more relationships to complicate

Eyes strained at a world in the rearview

Pulling my weight, wait, no brakes near you

Caught in the modern robotic

Packing my bags and I’m out like the modern man

Getting ready for the long season

I guess I’m in this for all the wrong reasons

From the Triple Rock to Thailand

Until you take me home I’m on the bill night after night

One more stitch to close the hole

This is the swagger of a ghost

Might have to light a bag of herb

And a shot of Jäger to see it all backwards

I live life lit to see my match burnt

Distract from the fact that this dagger in my back hurts

Bad bones in a cold snap

Sand through the glass

And I stand with that

I’ve got a shelf of half-read books

I’m better at reading looks

It took a year and half to make these minutes

For every second of breath in it there’s a piece of me left in it

Changing lanes, awake at 8:30

Someway today my legs are less sturdy

I prayed for rain, it came and left early

I should’ve stayed but change is just a wave in the drain

I’m young and broke

I’m running old laps around the same oak

Trying to close gaps

Waiting for a thunder clap in the same clothes

Trap doors and choked words arrested in my head

I woke up to get slept on, should’ve slept in instead

Pleasure in the pain there ain’t no rest for the dead

I’m at the point of no turning around now

The fire’s in your eyes and you’re burning me down

Gun it down, let it die, let it die, hang it dry

Blood coming out, time is running out

I take time, criticize every rap

But in a critic’s eyes I’m just sitting by riding on a back

And that’s that, tighten up the noose then we’ll see who’s puling slack

You pull the wool, I pull it back

I’m embarrassed, a twisted character carried the weight

Backtrack to only backpacks and paint

And no one wanted to know me

Now that I rap all these girls that walked on past want to hold me

How fucked up is that, it’s a mixed up twist of fate

Rotating cast, none of these actors have got my back in this play

It’s a masquerade, I don’t know if you like me for me or for that last track I made

Maybe neither like Ally Mac well I got no time for you either

Was lost but found my path so I strapped up my sneakers

And never looked behind, meddling drum peddling

Nervous mind settled in rhyme

And a heart turned away but that’s a sign of the times