Texty: None More Black. Icons. The Backpedal.

It happens to me from time to time. I realize I've waited too long. I pretend to turn the blind eye. Before I know it. I've lost sight of it all, even though it was there all along. Finger on the trigger. I've steadied my sights. Could be the easiest shot of my life, but I'm not gonna do anything about it. You know... it makes me sick. The symphony's playing on time. Everything's quiet and perfect and cool. the Maestro is wasting his time. Tonight though, the notes just aren't getting along. I'm not going out. I gotta work in the morning; these excuses I make. I'm the king of etc. etc. That's just not really me. I plead to change and succeed (not really).