Five o'clock rock to the mind
Because they're never on time,
We're never on time.
A single-filed line tracing heart palpitations
Took each counted step as a new hesitation,
Another reservation to stumble on air
Running thick with the pressure of everyone there.
But our swagger is a dagger
That would fall on our hearts
If we fell apart.
But we had the part,
And we had the heart.
Where do I start?
Together, we struggled.
Together, we fought.
We gave what we had
To take what we got:
PBE making presence, and up, screaming loud
... I can't remember when I've been more proud.
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