if everyone had a killer, maybe we'd be better off.
hunted down one way or the other
maybe we could find the time to talk.
no one seems to notice that there's something in the shadows.
they're too busy with the full swing of conversation
and the "what's up?" and the "what's up?"
and guardian angels never visit us.
they're too high for our eyes to see them.
a killer would be the closest thing to a reason to believe
that there's nothing you can do now
if even if in the springtime
if even in the sunlight you meet the cold eyes.
and what do you do when everything is better off chasing you?
and what do you do when __
look in the mirror. still it never sleeps.
and indecision is the bouncing ball
you can never follow or read along with.
look out for the back stab stab
it's your hand
it's your arm
it's your arm
if everyone had a killer maybe we'd be better off.