Probably Your Fault

I've got nine toes along a platform Two rows dotted lines between Six reasons I'm not letting it out of hand Out of breath again Key regions synchronized with Four cycles, no attention Tune in just in time for letting go Forgetting, no There's someone I can't recognize Right there behind between my eyes Someone I've always known And he's letting me slip away below I think it's probably your fault For those reasons timed out with the clock You can't hear nothing all the time So I'll tell it through that dotted line If I stop, will you wait If I'm gone ten minutes on the dot If it's time, I'm not ready If I'm wrong I won't say it