I run around, round and round the room
Staring at floors from the ceiling
Standing on walls
I fall my way out of my box
You smile
It's just wrinkling of the skin
Save it the time will come when we're heavy
When we're heavy
Let me crawl into your ears once more
Let me undo what has done you good
Let me give you a fistful of my mind
I pick up the pieces, I pick up the feces
My body lies all over the floor
But I still have my mind
Mind my have still I
It's always cold, even in summer
When trust is shattered by green
An insecure fear of what's uncertain
Yet success is sweeter when it's earned
So I gather my possessions
I re-arrange the order
I sit down and think I sit down and plan
I'll be back tomorrow with a new plan
Mind my have still I
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