Crooked Floors

If I had the ability
I'd filter my vision, I'd rather not to see
Take me out of the picture
Take me out of the picture
I don't know how to do this right
We've hammered the point home, now it’s just a drag
Take me out of the picture
Take me out of the picture
Or you could feed me, 'cause I don’t want closure
Feed me, 'cause I don’t want closure

How long do I envision myself turning up on these crooked floors?
Wrestling stability, grasping on to anchor in without a plan

I, I guess I’ve gotta spin it right
We, we’re rather mixed up in the prime

I’ve gotta spin it right
Who am I kidding? I don’t have the time
(I’m turning up late for it
You're never gonna sit and just wait for me)
I see it backed up, set in a row
When I have a moment I'll let you know
(I’m turning up late for it
You’re never gonna sit and just wait for me)

While I’m waiting the next parade
Too little, too late
I thought I warned you yesterday
While I’m living, I’m chasing
I’m waiting for the next parade
Don’t know if I fit the model anyway
I’m waiting for the next

I’m waiting for the next

I’ve gotta spin it right
We’re rather mixed up in the prime
(I’m turning up late for it
You’re never gonna sit and just wait for me)
I’ve gotta spin it right
We’re rather mixed up in the prime
(I’m turning up late for it
You’re never gonna sit and just wait for me)
I’ve gotta spin it right
Who am I kidding? I don’t have the time
(I’m turning up late for it
You’re never gonna sit and just wait for me)
I see it backed up, set in a row
When I have a moment I’ll let you know
(I’m turning up late for it
You’re never gonna sit and just wait for me)

Take me out of the picture
Take me out of the picture
Or you could feed me, 'cause I don't want closure
Feed me, 'cause I don't want closure