We run through the field
We run through the morning
Spider on the swings
We follow the leader
Half alive dark in my eyes
My perfect timing was good
I was invited though I was beneath them
Walking behind dying to fit in
Half alive dark in my eyes
Half alive hiding my ears
My perfect timing was good
My perfect timing was good for something
Invisible friends drawing self portraits
Smoking your mom's refrigerated cigarettes
Half alive dark in my eyes
Half alive hiding my ears
My perfect timing was good
My perfect timing was good for something