Two heads are calculating the minds I've been taking And we're alright All swings and roundabouts Cuts on my palms from the first game I'm getting good at letting life distract me when I'm around Just got to be part of the story for the point of tragedy Then sleep through the best parts I can't amount to anyone End of 2012. Dug a new hole, somewhere I wasn't something Where I'd be better for it So funny how the other ones wash up, drawn in I'm sure a tide is against me. But where do I find the time To gеt beyond what is hanging on? Two heads stopped talking today (Two pasts you can't еrase) I knew enough to get it wrong. What's the pattern? Man, I've got enough to get wrong The what comes after No one knows how I've been had. It's getting harder to mask that I'm willing to swap out the shame for a date with the praise So long as I keep something better at bay