//LucasHutmacherDotCom

I could tell when you’re mad at your past
because you tend to take them turns just a little too fast
I could tell how you pushed your foot on the gas
that you already knew that you were gonna finish last
slow it down and take a little time
to look up at them clouds with that fake silver lining
up in a tree knowin damn well you’ll never reach the top
but you don’t stop.. you keep climbing
well O-K it’s settled
no more nights in this weed and thorn infested meadow
from this day forth, only forward I pedal
get the memo I’m cutting the strings Geppetto
shuffle the cards and let’s argue
rooted in between the computer games and cartoons
stop it, watch us all get lost
between God and a shot of scotch