Flunky

Staring in between these lines Has made my eyes go blurry Standing seeing you outside This age I've got to hurry Glad that I can't step back We're moving forward Mad that I tripped on that But there's order in the badness And there's a method to the madness Finding time to touch the ground It's hard but may be worthy Trying's fine to push around But charging in rewards me Waking up everyday Like makin breakfast We all gotta start some way So check your baggage at the front desk Because I ain't trying to ruin this