Blown, my intuition Smile sweetly, but act discreetly
Time and place, mine to waste I guess time is running out
I just can't get around it
Don't tell me the race is won, I'm only getting started
It's getting late, no mistake, there's no mistaking | Always faking interest
Burn, my inhibition Turn completely, into a memory Ball and chain, my confusion It stops me where I am
It starts the whole thing over
Why should I get involved, why should I get excited? I've got more than I need, contract civility.
