歌词
Pacing without turning is just walking
I am steady burning daylight in the back room of my mind
With a homeward heading, set on forgetting
I ever knew that place in time
Moving on while I draw outside your lines
The weather blows by
And you scrapbook everything or you'll forget it
Write it down or tell me what's on your mind
While I'm making graphs of all my plans
And drawing charts with hurting hands
If I don't draw this out, it'll fall apart
And I'll wake up to the rhythm of the ground underneath
Giving way to the "it'll never happen to me"
And the more you think it won't, the more it's gonna hurt
When it gives out underneath you
And people don't believe you
"You don't look autistic"
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Do you think that we all look alike
Would you put down your magazine for me
I would like to tell you just how wrong you are
But I won't
You should read a book
Or just get in your car and drive away
They say it takes all kinds of people
To spin the world around
Everybody knows the moves
And the words and they're all just getting down
Bust a move while I'm standing over against the wall
With the ugly ones, the quiet ones,
The weirdos and the ones who can't dance at all
I'm all 4 so I fit in
5' 4" with a fear of sin
Instilled in me by Warren Baptist Church
Though it turns out that most of what I learned
Was crafted just to make you hurt
When you think of loving people
You should sell your steeple
And feed the houseless folks here in this town
Industrial-sized kitchen and a 7 figure budget
You could, but you won't; you really let me down
Anyway, to everybody else, about life in general
How do you know how to do this
I do not have a clue; this is a mess