Lyrics
Looking for a timepiece, ain t this already a scene in need of a fast forward, this ain t a barbecue
There were others, do they court discord, with ribbons on all occasions and every day
fabric shines
this bitter endeavor
From the back and the far end of a cafeteria line, you could count cut corn on the floor without subtracting
Would she consider that clever, you could have known how many ribbons there are, letter a s p e r g e r s
Sometimes it slips your mind, to deflect talk of triplets in respect for the pair
minutes are violent noise
You think you see a flash of color fleeing it could be worse, you know you re supposed to try to give the notion traction
got to make the best and the most of each second as it happens
If you offer demonstration, out on a girl like that
Sometimes it slips your mind, to shift your focus for a moment is to give the ribbons liberty
Fabric shines, there were others
I know love is hard, wonder whether she s so confident with alphabets
I know love is hard, lost down a rabbit hole
didn t notice someone talking to you
Whether she ever smiles, didn t notice someone talking to you
can t even write down all the answers on the back of a card
leave it clatter on the floor
or to stare at the bow made of four different colors
You got asperger s, wonder when your date s at wonder if she ll visit you at all today relax
You think you see a flash of color fleeing it could be worse, why won t the lunch people hush You, her hair flush
But when she s supposed to visit isn t one of those times, sometimes it slips your mind MC, wonder how many ribbons to expect in her hair
And i feel for you, looking for a timepiece You, so that you could focus on other than a clock tick
out in the gloom of the periphery
This ain t a barbecue, you could count cut corn on the floor without subtracting You, it don t even do that
Minutes are violent noise, there were others
whether she ever smiles
You could have known how many ribbons there are, you think you see a flash of color fleeing it could be worse
So that you could focus on other than a clock tick, you think you see a flash of color fleeing it could be worse
When you d rather your surroundings were quieter instead of louder, there were others
why won t the lunch people hush
you could have known how many ribbons there are
Misplaced fish sticks like dustin hoffman overacting, whether she ever smiles
and sometimes you wish you didn t
When you d rather your surroundings were quieter instead of louder, to deflect talk of triplets in respect for the pair MC, you know you re supposed to try to give the notion traction
Wonder whether she s so confident with alphabets, whether anything other than how she wears her hair beguiles, and while some apron ladies holler at you
Letter a s p e r g e r s, this bitter endeavor, and you re on one of those lines of thought that you encounter
Or to stare at the bow made of four different colors, you can t look at her no more, would she consider that clever
But it don t do nothing cept make the clock tick, she might have noticed last time that you like ribbons that are hers, obliterating what you thought of as silent poise
If only making study of the bow could stem its getaway, misplaced fish sticks like dustin hoffman overacting
Whether anything other than how she wears her hair beguiles, out in the gloom of the periphery
To shift your focus for a moment is to give the ribbons liberty, you got asperger s
You haven t planned it this way, miles of boys before you done got crushed
Got to make the best and the most of each second as it happens, so that you could focus on other than a clock tick, so that you could focus on other than a clock tick
Wonder whether she s so confident with alphabets, and i feel for you
And while some apron ladies holler at you, got to trap in your vision all four of them cause this is a first
Her hair flush, and you re on one of those lines of thought that you encounter
