Maybe I'm doing just fine
No better. No worse
Stuck in crippling normalcy
When it's time then I'll just go
Two steps forward five steps back
And maybe I'll step on the cracks
Well you can do your worst
I've seen it before, I'll see it again you can bring it on and count my sins
What am I really scared of? I'll take my licks and then hide under the rug
Maybe it's about time I saw the world for what it really is
A beat between two flat lines
But palpitations, fighting nations
Leading toward exacerbation
Catchy my breath and scream again between here and now with no end. In sight inside it's all a mess. Under duress I'll pick a side I'll hold it in and wonder why
No one has come for me. Lost in the desert I'll sing
Woah woah
Chas Troyer - 2/9/14 Lyrics
Chas Troyer - 2/9/14 Lyrics
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Maybe I'm doing just fine
No better. No worse
Stuck in crippling normalcy
When it's time then I'll just go
Two steps forward five steps back
And maybe I'll step on the cracks
Well you can do your worst
I've seen it before, I'll see it again you can bring it on and count my sins
What am I really scared of? I'll take my licks and then hide under the rug
Maybe it's about time I saw the world for what it really is
A beat between two flat lines
But palpitations, fighting nations
Leading toward exacerbation
Catchy my breath and scream again between here and now with no end. In sight inside it's all a mess. Under duress I'll pick a side I'll hold it in and wonder why
No one has come for me. Lost in the desert I'll sing
Woah woah
No better. No worse
Stuck in crippling normalcy
When it's time then I'll just go
Two steps forward five steps back
And maybe I'll step on the cracks
Well you can do your worst
I've seen it before, I'll see it again you can bring it on and count my sins
What am I really scared of? I'll take my licks and then hide under the rug
Maybe it's about time I saw the world for what it really is
A beat between two flat lines
But palpitations, fighting nations
Leading toward exacerbation
Catchy my breath and scream again between here and now with no end. In sight inside it's all a mess. Under duress I'll pick a side I'll hold it in and wonder why
No one has come for me. Lost in the desert I'll sing
Woah woah
Writer: Charles Troyer
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