Comeback Kid

If I had the ability
I'd filter my vision. I'd rather not to see.
Take me out of the picture.
Take me out of the picture.
I don't know how to do this right.
We've hammered the point home. Now it's just a drag.
Take me out of the picture.
Take me out of the picture
Or you could feed me, 'cause I don't want closure.
Feed me, 'cause I don't want closure.
How long do I envision myself turning up on these crooked floors?
Wrestling stability. Grasping on to anchor in without a plan.
I, I guess I've gotta spin it right.
We're, we're rather mixed up in the prime.
I've gotta spin it right.
Who am I kidding? I don't have the time.
(I'm turning up late for it. You're never gonna sit and just wait for me.)
I see it backed up, set in a row.
When I have a moment I'll let you know.
(I'm turning up late for it. You're never gonna sit and just wait for me.)
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While I'm waiting the next parade.