Stumble down to the bus stop Grey washed to the bluster In casted out thoughts Shoes dragging on the pavement Unnerves me in ways To keep it moving Pounding sticks in my head As I try to give in to the ways I digress I've got the same face Hair is changing And I might stick right now But then i'll drift off Wore down this shine As looping back Seems to make it grow duller Unfurl this spline With crooked slack That bends to look closer And I need that rush Gotta fade or else it does I know you feel the same Woke in a haze on the bus The hard blue seats really hold in the musk Livid and backtracking now I'm pulling the chord But I cringe at that sound Projected in ways on my peers Their somber moving iterates all my fears I'm in the same place But I'm changing And I might slip somehow But then you'll get off