The Dark Side Of Indoor Track Meets
Such florescent, you must wonder how I sleep
Shaking spells end, as the cuts lined up my knees
I guess I'm weightless, as I tape my eyelids up
But now I wonder that I may have ran too far
Watch me float by, a bending, arched and sweeping sight
Now play it backwards and I swear you will see me misty eyed
If there's complications, pull the plug out! Pull the plug out!