Holding Pattern

Stick your head in the sink To chase thoughts down the drain The memories a paler shade of gray With the pebbles and leaves We can cook up something You better believe The sweat can seep through walls Distort Embrace Forgot My place Don't get in the way of all our fun We're spinning out on what's been done Don't get in the way of all our fun Come sit and melt under the sun To clear the head Just start to run in place Overprotective Of time we get to waste It's deafening In a quiet room The blackest of eyes Have come to blind you And your trophies and saints Turn to glittering waste Your tetanus trinkets Clutch you as you burn Burn Burn Burn Don't get in the way of all our fun (My burning soul is running) We're spinning out on what's been done (My burning soul is running cold) Don't get in the way of all our fun (My burning soul is running cold) I promise you we're having fun (My burning soul is running) I'm kicking The habit of warm company And I'm screaming Yeah Every time the door closes to my car The traffic slows then to a crawl And now there's no where left to run The holding patterns weigh me down Unplug the drain and telling me there's No better way to waste my time No better way to waste my time No better way to waste my time No better way to waste my time Under Over