Persian Monkey Treatment

I can't believe you're on a string You're on the inside of an early morning thing We're counting backwards from the dawn We're moving on And if I'm wrong Then you can re-attach my wings I can't believe you're on a dime You're on the inside and we're running out of time We burn each chapter with a flame And placing blame Is just a ruse And I refuse to play this game You want some slack But looking back Is just an easy way Of keeping things the same