Piano Hits - P.O.S

If you think that no one’s looking

If you think that no one’s listening, babe

Then you’re ahead of the game

No machines, no funerals

No plugs to pull, this is my living will

And it all seems beautiful

Let it go, on with the carousel

Any day in a daze in the grey in the dirt

With a foot on your neck and your teeth on the curb

Lotta debt, lotta work

No check, lotta hurt

Lotta thoughts, big drop, no net

No safe in your speech

I’ll take trouble with me

I know when I’m beat and I can’t separate these

This route, these tries, are mine

This mission forgets sleeps

This mind, it’s mine, I’ll own this manic, yeah

That miss-step that’s mine

That rough wake that’s mine

This might be it

And it all comes back

Trust, dodge, aim away

Circus rigging, games played

Clutch cover, sick lay

Let’s get nervous, let’s get nauseous

Meds for the life, dead to the headache

Dead to the cautious here for the sedate

To wake 'em and skate and take names

Make patience the standard, no pain

I’m a man with a matador mind man damn

And the plan is to blow the door wide man, yeah

I’m a mess, I’m a creep

No fresh, so me

I’m a troubadour here to underscore the other side, yeah

And it all comes back

Only got the two choices

All day every

Stay hushed or make noises

We’re made to break

Let’s test the old limits

We got us, big drop, no, let’s go

I’m suffocating

I know when I’m beat

But I can’t separate these

This route, these tries, are mine

This mission forgets sleeps

This mind, it’s mine, I’ll own this manic, yeah

That miss-step that’s mine

That rough wake that’s mine

This might be it, this might be it

Got my scheme bag, keys in hand

«Peace» in the note, ten bucks and a plan

Thieves out of chance

Give a reason, glance

Leave, ghost

No luck til you make it

Sleeves to to the elbow

Grease to the hello

Ease in, please give a call to my pops

Tell him hell froze

Tell him I’mma see an end, but no before him

Big drop, no net, no

Out of your reach

You’ll never catch me

I know when I’m beat

But I can’t separate these

This route, these tries, are mine

This mission forgets sleeps

This mind, it’s mine, I’ll own this manic, yeah

That miss-step that’s mine

That rough wake that’s mine

This might be it