Deadlines - Portland

Simple subtractions to save time

You guys ain’t fitting in my plans anymore

I think my territory, is sealed and locked and forbidden

For now life kind of suits me well

There’s this fragrance of victory I still smell

The most beautiful night was when your so-called fame said goodbye

And the best thing of this all

Is that I can’t see you, I’m too tall for you

You are no one, no one, just a wilted flower in the weeds

And all you girls, with your bad attitude

Are realizing I’m a certitude

I’ll have a laugh and enjoy my glass of wine

When you’re the ones missing all your deadlines