Blindside

Slipped away out of my hands like a soap once again
Hey what a day, gone for the night and then
Run back home and tuck yourself in for a needed sleep
For another work-week, what a day what a day
Then wake up, oh no, sunset, I missed another day
One slap on the cheek and out the door
Running and running and coming closer to stumbling
If you run with a knife, you fall.
You stick a hole in that bubble called life
But my weapon is clean and I'm ready to go
Run nicotine, caffeine through my veins
To wake up, catch up, but it seems like
Ohhh.. I've been living in slow motion
I've been living in slow motion
Hold your breath and count to three
Not me, I've got to see what's around the corner ok
One two three... I've got to have air
Stumbling around spinning the disco ball faster
More of everything
It smells like burning rubber under my shoes
But I'm always one step behind, one minute too late