Please excuse my style today It's not that I don't care, it's just a phase. The restless dog is at my heels, Nipping, biting no matter how I pray. The more I try to use my eyes, The more I see the picture start to fray. The moon becomes the sun Becomes the moon again, The pendulum will sway. It swings swings swings, It swings so hard. It hits hits hits It hits so hard. My mind goes walking through itself, Looking for the water in the well, But he don't know the well's got legs And keeps his secret safely from the swell. So please excuse my mood today, It's not that I'm unkind, I just tend to dwell On everything outside of me And all the stories you will never tell. It swings swings swings, It swings so hard. It hits hits hits It hits so hard. It swings swings swings, It swings so hard. It hits hits hits It hits so hard. Tell me something I don't know Before I get dumber. Show me something new Cause I'm already kind of bored. Yeah maybe I stole your fire But can you really blame me? Cause what's the good of fire If you're just going to sit and stare? Don't just sit and stare. see less