Pacing in circles, and pass out the ground; looking for answers when you left laying around Staring at sunshine on productive days; we're keeping the distance with too much left to say Ol' Casey is playing tricks on me (like a mind of my own gone days without going to sleep) And it's no surprise that we're still swapping lies-if that's all that it takes Then that's all that I'm trying to be careful, composed, and hoping to cope Standby: all the people you like, 'cause time flies when you're using it right