When I’m on the leaderboard
My feet are bored and so
I seek out my escape clause
‘Cause I need to feel powerless
I wanted a window seat
But not outside the plane
I’m just drained, and I’m not brave enough
To show off my cowardice
I don’t know you, I don’t think
So I don’t owe you anything
So you can get by (get by, get by)
But you can bet
By time you hear the buzzing it’s too late
And you can scrape by (scrape by, scrape by)
But I’m afraid
By time you hear the buzzing it’s too late
Too late
Drop me at Urgent Care
I’ve got a thousand cuts
True enough, that’s a metaphor
Symbolic cuts are urgent, too.
Get me the usual
But this time don’t hold the nuts
For today is my cheat day
For the things I’m allergic to
I don’t know you, I don’t think
So I don’t owe you anything
So you can get by (get by, get by)
But you can bet
By time you hear the buzzing it’s too late
And you can scrape by (scrape by, scrape by)
But I’m afraid feel the loving it’s too late
Too late
Too late
Too late
Too late
Too late
Jon Greenlee - drums
Lauren London - additional vocals
Copyright 2018 Zach London
