Pitter Patterns

Pitter-pattern of my heart, locking me up in place

Silence all the Amish as they run in from the rain

Glitzing on the horizon, coming back again

I don't wanna see it when it rears its ugly head

Come on call your fists up into your chambers

And fire your guns until there's nothing left but slaying dragons in the wind

All the things you thought you could have been, you were just nothing

You were just nothing

Piping it right away, and I got my arms in the way

And everyone told me, you're growing wings son

You're gonna fly away, don't get too light

Or you'll Take flight, we won't see you anymore

when we go out at night,

while bums are humbling out into the street

I've got my brains on top of what I wanted to be

You can't get anything when you look it in the eye and you tell it it's a gift horse, man

I've found fancy town, don't know why, but it's looking like I'm coming back in

I don't wanna be what you want me to be

So I'm just gonna be exactly what I always had to be

Somewhere inside of me, was everything I've seen

Painting a portrait of what I was going to be

Practicing lessons learned

Merit badges barely earned

Running from the cops again

Wondering what they mean when they say it's never over till the fat lady sings

I'm gonna give her outphone a ring

See if maybe she's around for the night

I'd like to hear a song that doesn't ring in spite of you