You Can't Win

Banners flying only to obscure my pathetic

Stalling at the gate again

I toss the keys into the river

Let's define the word "unwilling"

Can't you see how I am killing off the good limbs

And I'm forcing you to race three-legged

You can win

You can win

You can win

Put my hand up to the bulb

To the heat but not the light

I shook it off, I'm glad it's dark

Except the light behind your name

Eventually the right things stay with you

They are set lightly

Not burned, not scratched into the memory

You can win

You can win

You can win