QuickdaysSay it again without your mouth full

He said, "I've got to drive 1000 miles to see
My brother you've never met, he's only got left three weeks.
I've thought a 1000 times, but never called to see
It's all but three decades, it's gotten the best of me.

It's that time again, fuckin with the puppets in my head.

My grind shows, i let go, and every time i tried to so.
But pride erodes.
And the time: it goes.
And inside my mind it rewinds and explodes; then cocks and reloads, but still mocks my code I try to live by, but live a lie and corrode.

I try but I drop the strings.
Keep fumbling over these little things.
I try but it gets away.
Chalk it up to my quick days, my quick days.

Here they are again, all those thoughts again, keep creeping and clogging and fogging shit. So i concentrate on this other thing, or that other thing, anything but feeling weight. Can't stay the same. But I've tried to change. Can't talk myself into doing things. All the rain that brings finally resonates, timely I hesitate, spinelessly detonate."

He said, "I've got to drive 1000 miles to see
If I can make amends with him and with me.

It's that time again, fuckin with the puppets in my head.

My grind shows, i let go, and every time i tried to so.
But pride erodes.
And the time: it goes.
And inside my mind it rewinds and explodes; then cocks and reloads, but still mocks my code I try to live by, but live a lie and corrode.

I try but I drop the strings.
Keep fumbling over these little things.
I try but it gets away.
Chalk it up to my quick days, my quick days.
I tried but I dropped the strings.
Kept fumbling over those little things.
I tried but it got away.
Chalk it up to my quick days, my quick days."

Words and music by Jonny Sonic