Behold the front page, behold the post
Pretty much everyone's in the know now
"Not here to preach" they say, "to each his own"
Looks like were headed for a showdown
Never giving thought to...craving space
From the comfort of your chair
A pregnant pause diffuses the whole entire place
But he was too drunk to care [oh my how dare he]
You don't mean that - you're just...saving face
And we all have our own stuff
You're calling your own bluff so don't
Touch me in the lockdown
I guess the big reveal
Is none of us were chose
They're partnering reckoning with a slow down
No use for curb appeal
Church is closed
I don't think he's ready for the come down
I'll just....Grab my keys, and
Be on my way, suffice to say:
That we were caught unaware
I can see how I was creating haste
We were so unprepared
Go back to sleep dad, we're just...playing games
Its nice to believe that I'm keeping the peace, go to sleep