Stitches pulled and strained, Patches torn and frayed.
Disfranchised, the pace of sonnet, the grace of pantomime.
I suppose I’ll chase if you force the race. (On borrowed time)
But I don’t wanna chase the ghost inside.
I’d rather wait till morning if it stays the night.
If you’ve got the medicine, I’ll take it.
Invite the infant and I’ll shake it.
Out to find the one I won’t swallow when I could be at the end of my bottle.
Hush your mouth and I’ll speak mine.
Read your books and I’ll write mine.
Blink your eyes and I’ll wipe mine.
(Wake a ghost)
Well it’s too close to see or feel or recognize the problem to solve it now.
And that’s the kink in your plan.
You’re better off ignoring meaning than try to define it!
Since I’ve got the medicine, I’ll take it.
If I lose the symptoms, then I’ll fake it.
Another pill that you swallow that’s designed to keep you feeling so hollow.
Another problems been inflated.
Give it up, but only after operated.
There may not be a tomorrow.
If you need some time I’ve got some to borrow.
If I got this dance, I’m gonna get the chance to get away like I should do.
If I got this dance, will I afford to take the pain or give it back?
If I got this dance, I will not hurt you
Mother if I got this dance, I’m gonna have to hold you.
Mother if I’ve got this dance, I’ll take step and you follow.
And defend romance then, I’ll never beg or borrow, ah-ha!
If I got this dance, baby, gotta give me your hand.
And I’ll grow to a man, if I’ve got this dance!