I think I heard a story circulating.
Wrapped in us, made up by.
You trust while I reach down, pull the strap shut.
Blink twice then make the call...make it right.

Feel the ride bearing down on us.
Rolling back our eyeballs.
Insist.
Not my problem.

A wince, react, just takes much longer.
Between the cracks, from the wall to the floor.
Heard that one before. Heard that one before.
You trust while I reach down, pull the strap shut.
Blink twice, then make the call...make it right, make it right.

Feel the ride bearing down on us.
Rolling back our eyeballs.
Insist.
Not my problem.

One minute now, from here on out...facing backwards and inside out.

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