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Richy Mitch Y The Coal Miners - For The Jets Lyrics

A year ago, I reduced myself down into a walking lump of one-track thoughts
I felt the writing come back the more I beat myself up
I turned the voice in me down as my headphones came on

You're the twiddler of my fingers, you're the itch on the top of my head
You are that single immovable question, and the subsequent avoidance instead

Oh, don't take my twenties out my hands
Oh, don't take the vigor out my plans
Don't you take a step closer toward me
'Cause I've seen this before and know you're disgusting
I've seen you in the corner of my room each morning
Still you get me out of bed

Heart beats out, says they're here for me, I felt it coming
The magnet hand guides itself right up to my cheek
When I'm awake, I see they're driving

My life, my fable was on a mission for the jets
I got no end all, got no be all, got no place to rest my head
Spent my life worrying, and now I've got it in my hands
I'm falling sideways, looking for some nonexistent place to land

But these fleeting rays
The clouds have been gettin a bit more greedy each day
It's killing my sun and breaking my pace
They left me here to pull myself out of this race