In Ink Please - Not In The Mob текст песни

Levels stay low

And I'm forgetting these marks that show

Just what kind of cool I am.

Hands in pockets

And yes sometimes my facts are misconstrued,

But somehow my heels are always found pointing toward you.

I don't think I like the way you think

Stale ideas and inefficiency

But you're a knock-out visceral punch

Goddamn, I'm seeing stars,

But heaped on steeple-top layers of shining disappointment

This one won't glow so gold.

When I quiet my windmill arms

To raise my hand and call for war,

Am I really just waiting for you to call on me?

I wish there was some note I could hit,

Some pitch that I could bend

To make you turn your lofty head and look at me full on.