When you notice you've got no time to breathe
You will know this and change the scenery
Go leave your lover, can we just be friends?
Leave your job? well the machine it never ends
When you feel it's right, the teeth of reality bite, oh yeah
C'mon let's talk about it bounce it off of me
It is a big decision, not to be taken so lightly
You could go romantic..Art-fag-ize will free
Many sailors faulter (Ie:) the bottom of the sea
Oregon is NY-conned by how you read
Figure out what you think, fooled by how you feel
Can you trust a stranger's opinion in a field?
Reality just bit me, figuratively I bleed
When you feel it's right, the teeth of reality bite, oh yeah