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