We sit in a corner where everyone seems to need to sit
Willing the whole thing on one shaky lyric at a time
Three glasses of Pinot Grigio wine at hand, thoughts pandering about this and that – to hell with all of the worry… heck, why not just let these words slur, let them be oh so very goddamn average at best
Trust me, one way or another they’ll manage to marry themselves
With your chest thumping at a million miles an hour we’ll never get anywhere
Prepare Yourselves To Let It All Fall At A Billion Miles per
And relax
And smile, because we got this
I’m sure of it, surer than I’ve ever been before
Now, breathe, goddamnit… breathe!!
Because the three of us, these lyricists with words seemingly borne upon us – we’re about to roar

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