Bylines and deadlines
I’ve been tossed right down
To the foot of your mind
Parked cars and baseball cards
I liked the faces
But forgot the facts
Oh hey relax
I didn’t tell them jack
First light and I’m alright
But i’m gonna sleep
Like hell tonight
Laughed fast and looked for you
But before I looked
I already knew
‘cause I've stopped keeping everything
The too-tight clothes
The assured motif
I’m nobody’s mother
And i don’t have to hold it all together
And in the words I wring
Some weight’s sure worth
More than others
I’ll bend the sideline
Skip the bus to the skyline
Have a seat in the sunshine
But I’ll stop before the sun catches in my eyes
Or turns into something that I recognize