Cordate Congruent

I just need to breathe
A courtesy, time’s taking the wheel
Where are we going?
Where have we been?

Well, my lungs went out the window
Arms on six and then vertigo
I hit ground and then it hit me
What it means to be American
Tripped over words as they
Poured from my mouth
Solution’s on the shelf
I caught myself catching myself

I’ve been chasing new and changing, too

Sub me in and sell me out
Courting a bitter thief
We’re building houses made of transience
And tearing out the appendix
Don’t integrate derivatives
Just brace for the impact

Don’t press your foot on the pedal
We’re going fast enough
We’re going fast enough

This one’s for the books
And this one’s for the pages
I tear out passing faces, and
Liminal spaces are my home
The floor is more comfortable
Than the bed I know

I was punched in the nose for
Sticking my face in other people’s business
But I am just a witness for this mess
I was playing summer
But the leaves were bleeding autumn
My journal wasn’t perfect
And neither was my life

So I let go and learned how to walk again

Sub me in and sell me out
Courting a bitter thief
We’re building houses made of transience
And tearing out the appendix
Don’t integrate derivatives
Just brace for the impact

I'm packing up my things
And living in between
I need a change of scene
'Cause there’s nothing left of me here
But here I was and there I’ll be
So brace for the impact

Don’t press your foot on the pedal
We’re going fast enough
We’re going fast enough
We’re going fast enough

We’re going fast enough

I'm petrified and out of place
But my heart is still the same
I'm petrified and out of place
But my heart is still the same