Frame By Frame
Days bunch up in weeks, collaborating months against me.
The sheets are stained with evidence that our remains are now, drifting away.
I scribble tidbits of useless mind info- trash, treasure.
Spend hours, at my leisure, like sharpened precise tweezers.
[Chorus:]
Shifting through in the frame by frame
I walk the same path
I'll say the same lines
I do this every time
Do this every time[x2]
Dodging armpit stench aromatic
Wrapped up in my own self-induced stress panic
I think I am the only one in this shifting through
[Chorus: x2]
They'll collaborate in months against me.[x2]
[Chorus: x2]
I walk the same path
I'll say the same line
I do this
I do this[x2]