Lyrics

You can occupy your time with "You'll make it if you try." With the unexplained long drive; A complete layout of your life Once you can occupy that view Say 'Fuck your bummer attitude.' All that reasoning seem stupid. Once you push it beside You won't need to address all you left behind Don't you worry 'bout it, baby, oh your only concern "Do I go left or right?" Don't you worry bout 'em, baby Speak ill the dweebs in private But to their faces all be kind Spray dust the shelves every month or so, and Don't let your houseplants die Centrifugal force has kept me in between Thе protection of pickets I buried holеs beneath I swore this would never become the new me Sardonic as it may seem, I am sincere I'm not getting any better any how by being here Balcony 'bout twenty feet. Bet I'd survive the leap Outdid 2011 to 2015 Broke up some of the concrete Of your whole neurochemistry Oh, but you're not out of the woods yet If the thought don't escape your mind No, you're not out of the woods If that thought brings a piece of your mind And with the secret communicatin' forgin' ahead Your arguments are cogent But there's noise that's disrupting "Emotional bullshit" and the voices that tell you to say Everyday that it's okay to say Now we're making progress, won't you take a seat? That sinus disinfectant spray could take a week Got time. Work release. Très magnifique To whom do I owe this fight? Man, what do I owe this neon brewery sign? I'll take a minute to ride that old rhetorical beat Productivity down 'round 2016 I guess the slack gave pause to the sound Of that whole 'listening to your soul' thing Oh no, you're not out of the woods yet If the thought can't escape your mind Can you be out of the woods If the thought brings a peace to your mind? And halfway to Baton Rouge, you may recall that you did Not prepare for a stone to snipe a chunk from the Winshield. The wipers rubbing dull from years of Pushing off sleet and packed on ice in sheets Think you ought to jot that one down. One down at least Calling your friends up only to tell them you're fine If you get out of the woods somehow Don't forget how to find them No, you're not out of the woods If the thought can't escape your mind Can you be out of the woods If the thought brings a peace to your mind?