Baby alligators
In the petting zoo
With their shiny little chompers
And their points of view
Stare into the vacuum
Stare into the void
Of avoiding all the tourists talking to themselves
Stand down
Stand down
People have your number
But they never call
Worried that they're breaching
Someone else's protocol
Onomatopoeia
Such a blunt refrain
Buzzing panacea
Going, "tick, tick, tick"
Well, stand down
Stand down
Stand down
Maybe it's time
Baby it's time now
And the room is alive with the sound
Of confetti and old coffee grounds
But that doesn't matter to you
As you hold yourself up to the light
Tattered and born in the night
I'm casually talking to you
Shoulda said it better
Shoulda said it clean
Thumbing through the pages
Of a glossy magazine
There were many letters
There were many dreams
Splashed across the pages
While the occupiers slept
But you could only have waited so long
Just to prove that you never belonged
I was wrong
About you
So, stand down
Maybe it's time to stand down
Oh, maybe it's time to stand down
Maybe it's time
Baby it's time now
Gather round
Light it up
Make a sound