Interpret:

Set Your Goals

Album:

Burning At Both Ends

So let's take this slow, 
as if I should even be one to talk. 
Constantly moving on all my luck. 


So fast, like a rabbit, then getting stuck. 
I cannot give up. 
In a briar patch I knew I would meet you 
but I'm stopped, not sure it's entirely true. 


Deja vu of people that I knew already 
and what I did to them…this is getting heavy, 
and spinning me places that I wish I deserved to be. 


I have to block it before my intuition deceives me. 
I rocket back to the earth like an alien 
looking for blue-planet rays to become human. 
I have a gift that tells of every curse, 
so make a move for the exit. 


But your laugh shakes me up and it makes me clean 
between an XM pop-rock takeover queen and 
an old friend who left a spell, 
lifted every curse, 
and made a move from the entrance. 


So I'll get nervous one more time, 
watching hands (not mine) shaking 'maybe' signs, 
tying hair with a flare that's ready 
to fly aboard civilian crimes. 


They're knife-cutting all the lines. 
I don't at all care why. 
I'm staring like I've got a better idea. 
I saw you scrambling numbers and 
highlighting fluorescent wit 
with a study pen on airline standby trends. 


Believe me, I see things. 
Not crazy. 
I've come clean, not wasting. 
Not lazy, done chasing. 


I knew you would be there but I couldn't believe it. 
My friends know I'm out there to speak truths and take dares. 
A-B (row) 52, and it's 30 degrees. 
I'm making sense with this movie 
on the back of the seat on the port-side of this ride.