[Intro/Chorus - CDE] One, two, three Won’t you dance with me Four, five, six Settle down the fits Seven, eight, nine, ten Then it all starts again [Verse One - Soul L33k] Fell through the cracks where the clock hands crawl, Chasing white lies dressed as rabbits through the hall, Everybody's mad here, guess that includes me, Got a court in my head and they're all ruling differently. Mirror on the wall got a crack in its grin, Shows seven versions of myself, don't know which one's twin, Playing cards folded, but I'm still in the deck, Life keeps dealing me lessons while I gamble respect. Tea getting cold while the conversation burns, Every wrong turn's a lesson, every lesson returns, Got a queen screaming "Off with his head!" Funny how anxiety repeats what she said. I'm late for myself, that's the joke that I missed, Trying to shake hands with tomorrow while yesterday twists, Checkmate thoughts got me moving like a pawn, But the king's still trapped even when the battle's won. Wonder if Wonderland's a wonder at all, Or just another painted doorway inside of the wall, Cause the rabbit hole's deep but the drop never ends, And the road bends back every time that it bends. Got a Cheshire smile hiding teeth in the dark, Leave pieces of myself like a trail through the park, But the grin stays behind when the rest disappears, Like confidence talking louder than fear. So I dance through the nonsense, balancing fate, On a tightrope made of "what ifs" stretched over mistakes, And time keeps laughing while it's stealing my days Running circles round a maze built from my own ways. [Chorus - CDE] Reflect on the day, ponder the way Set your stage, staring at a grave Breathe, but let your emotions cave This is what we have to give away And for us, this is just another day [Verse Two - CDE] Hi it’s me, remember the run away? Thought I was a phase Getting lost in a maze Just rehearsing on my stage I stay stuck in your head You don’t have anything better in there Please, it’s alright to stare I really don’t care Who’s watching me Been a minute since I got over the stress But I’m put together, won’t be caught as a mess Sugar cut in the wires Take your imagination a little higher My personification that you can’t mistake I never play fake when I dance on the stage In a way that my body sway with my sly smile stuck on my face A crazy person not even I trust I can’t get enough, climbing a never ending ladder Taking my thoughts, watching them scatter They’ll never be captured Does it even matter? Prolly a too predictable problem with not time solve them Like a maze you can’t escape Or a clown with the wrong face Too many choices that you have to make And some days the stage feels like a cage that you’ve been using as an excuse to escape being comforted from all your pain but the feeling still doesn’t go away All the stress as you go about your day And it starts to show on your face And it’s prolly shows by the way you talk about your life Which isn’t really a surprise if you take a step outside But time just goes tick-tock And there’s the clock As you watch and catch how time seems to run and in order to catch up you gotta stay on your feet Keeping up the pace, but you really you just want to rest So you sit down and think about your guest Guess the feeling fades But does it ever go away? But it comes in phases and is known to lurk in certain places Going in circles and circles Until you memorise each cycle And remember each phrase And prolly use to faking the same face Instead of facing the day and being okay with letting it be as it is And what we’d all give to kiss the day good bye and say hello to the night Despising the light and pretending that everything is alright And trying with all your might Before your knees hit the floor Right as you enter the door Because of course your emotions have altered your face and you forget your own name And use a name you saw on a grave While you wish someone finished this waste of a life Instead of wondering why We always seem to comprise our own heads and just wish to die As you stress through the night Caused by a messed up day And in a way, your better off performing on a stage where you can pretend that everything is yours [Outro/Chorus - CDE] Life can feel like a chore But then you get bored And have time to stare at the floor Until something bursts out the d-d-door
