I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday

Creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in

I took a little more of what i take for granted

And filled my plate for fear that gears would turn

And wheels would roll away

Something's got to break you down

Entered the scene (i'm told) on i think it was Monday

You drove straight through and mined that quarry

For all it could bleed 'til dry

I took a little more 'til i got taken for granted

'cause beautiful boys gave chase

and when they arch your backbone

it's such a dreadful sight

i'll react when faces find you

with jealous fits that gag and bind you

'cause nothing hurts like nothing at all

when imagination takes full control