Here I stand back against the wall
Crushed me down, feeling two feet tall
Likely ride it out but I can’t be sure
Even the creature holds no cure
I’ll bite my tongue and I’ll ring my hands
Puff out my chest and make my demands
We’d be fucked if I was at the wheel
Sell us down the river with my shit ideas
Haunted by reminders of myself
Reminders of all my signs and tells
I can see the place from where I fell
Still not dying to change a thing about myself
