And as we sit on this padded couch
I find myself in a padded room
To bounce ideas off of.
Crazy ideas that I throw and catch like childhood play.
Look at me practice my no-good games...
Her minute chases his hour as mismatched hands from midnight until noon
There isn't much padding left on my calendar,
So if I must fall, I'm sure it will be soon.
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